B.I.T. 15

CLEO|

I was in the middle of seasoning the chicken for my next video when Midnight's low, menacing growl rumbled from the front of the house.

My pup didn't usually get riled up unless someone was too close for comfort. I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and headed toward the door, already bracing myself for whatever—or whoever—was on the other side.

Sure enough, when I opened it, there he was. Xavier.

He stood on my porch like he had every right to be there, that smug smirk plastered on his face. His overly-expensive cologne hit me before his voice did. "Cleo, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd stop by and see how you're doin'."

I folded my arms and leaned against the doorframe, keeping the screen door between us. "Get the fuck off my porch."

"Damn, can't I check on you? You lookin' good," he said, his eyes scanning me in a way that made my skin crawl. "Saw your little post blowin' up. Guess your cookbook's got folks talkin', huh?"

I ignored the compliment and the bait. "Xavier, you need to leave. Now. If you're here to run your mouth, you can save it. I'm busy."

He ignored me, his gaze darting past me into the house. "What, he here right now? Is that why you still actin' like this? You think I don't see how you've been flauntin' yourself all over Instagram? You just tryin' to make me jealous."

The audacity of his words made me laugh, though there wasn't an ounce of humor in it. "Still actin' like what..? Like you ain't been bitter and getting on my last fuckin' nerve?" I asked sarcastically, before scoffing, "And, jealous? Of what? A grown-ass man who can actually respect me? Yeah, I bet that's real hard for you to handle, huh?"

His smirk dropped, and something darker flickered in his eyes–something I'd seen before , back when I was too blind to recognize it for what it was. It was the look of a man who couldn't stand losing control, and Xavier hated nothing more than knowing he wasn't the one pulling my strings anymore.

"You think I'm just runnin' my mouth, huh?" he said, taking a slow step closer to the screen door. Midnight's growl deepened, his black fur bristling as he pressed against my leg.

"I know you, Cleo. You're actin' like you're better off, but you'll be callin' me the second that big ass Samoan dude leaves yo ass high and dry."

"I'd rather set myself on fuckin' fire," I snapped, my voice low and steady. "This ain't the Cleo you used to play with, Xavier. So take your cheap ass threats and your tired ass somewhere else before you end up regrettin' it."

He leaned in closer, his tone sharp and venomous. "You don't get to talk to me like that. I made you, Cleo. You think he's gonna put up with all that mouth of yours? I gave you everything, and you threw it away for some—"

Midnight lunged before he could finish, his deep bark startling Xavier enough to make him stumble back into the porch railing. He snapped his teeth, stopping just shy of his leg, and he scrambled to get his footing.

"Get your God damn dog under control!" he barked, his voice cracking.

"He's more controlled than I fuckin' feel right now," I shot back, stepping onto the porch to block his path. Midnight stayed at my side, his growl still low and threatening. "Now, get your ass off my property before I call the cops—or let midnight finish what he started."

"OR, I could call Ant, and have you removed."

"Man, you trippin." He sneered, "You gone sic your mutt on me? Call yo brother to come handle me again? You can't do shit without somebody else bailin' yo ass out."

I felt the heat rise in my chest, but I didn't let it show. Instead, I took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, staring him down.

I took a deep breath, keeping my voice steady, but lacing it with all the venom I had stored up for years.

"You really are the most pathetic, bitter, insecure excuse for a man I've ever met. I ain't got to call nobody to handle you, Xavier, 'cause you ain't worth the energy. But keep testin' me, and I might just change my mind. You show up at my house again, I'll make damn sure the next time, it ain't just my dog ready to rip your ass apart. Now, take your sorry, triflin', bitch-made ass off my porch before I do somethin' I won't regret."

His lips curled in a nasty smirk, but I saw the flicker of anger beneath it. Xavier never liked when I talked back. He liked me quiet, easy to manipulate, easy to gaslight. And I had spent too many years lettin' him think he could keep me that way.

But then, just when I thought he'd finally leave, he scoffed and muttered, "You really think you somethin' special now, huh? Think that big dude really gon' stick around once he gets tired of you? You ain't nothin' but a phase, Cleo. A fuckin' good time. Ain't no man stayin' with a woman like you. Mouth too damn loud, always got somethin' to say. You ain't wifey material—you barely even relationship material. That's why I never took you serious."

I felt it before I could stop it. That sharp, stinging ache in my chest.

And that was the thing about Xavier. He always knew where to hit me, right where it would hurt the most. He knew my insecurities, knew the wounds he left, and he never hesitated to rip them open again.

I clenched my jaw, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. I hated that he could still get to me. That after all this time, he could still make me feel small.

Midnight barked again, snapping me out of it.

I exhaled sharply, shaking off the moment of weakness. No. Not this time. Not ever again.

I smirked at him, but there was no warmth in it. "That why you still here, then? Why you still showin' up at my house, stalkin' my fuckin' page, mad as hell that I moved on? 'Cause if I was just a 'good time,' you wouldn't be sweatin' me like this. But you are, ain't you? Losin' sleep. Hatin' on my happiness. Bet you sick to your fuckin' stomach every time you see me livin' life without you."

His face twisted, but he had no comeback for that.

Instead, he glared at me, jaw ticking, before spitting out, "You ain't shit, Cleo."

"And you ain't worth shit, Xavier." I tilted my head. "Now, get the fuck off my porch before I make good on my promise."

He lingered for a second too long before finally stepping off the porch. But the way he looked at me before he got into his car made my skin crawl.

Like this wasn't over.

Like he wasn't done.

I watched him pull off before I turned and went back inside, locking the door behind me. But even with Midnight back at my side, even with my house secured, I couldn't shake the unease settling deep in my bones.  

And, I wasn't about to let him keep playing these games.

The next day, I took matters into my own hands. After spending hours gathering every text, voicemail, and social media message he'd sent me over the past few months, I made my way to the courthouse.

The clerk behind the counter didn't even flinch when I explained the situation, like she'd heard it all before. "We'll get the paperwork started for the restrainin' order," she said, sliding the forms toward me.

I filled them out, my hands steady, even as my mind churned with everything that had led to this moment. I wasn't just doing this for myself—I was doing it for my peace, for the life I was trying to build.

When I got back home, the air felt lighter, like I'd taken the first step toward reclaiming my space. Midnight greeted me at the door, his tail wagging, and I crouched down to hug him.

"We not playin' his games, Midnight." I said softly, "Not anymore. Not now, not ever."

But even as I said the words, a nagging feeling still settled in the back of my mind, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Xavier wasn't the type to back down easily, and I had a sinking feeling this wasn't the end of it.

Filing a restraining order wasn't just about protecting myself—it was about reclaiming my peace. I wasn't the same woman he used to manipulate, and I damn sure wasn't going to let him disrupt the life I'd worked so hard to build.

Midnight lay by my feet, his ears twitching at every creak and rustle outside. I reached down and scratched behind his ears, his presence grounding me.

"You did good today, boy," I murmured. "Real good."

As I finished re-reading the last paragraph of my statement, my phone buzzed on the table. It was a text from Jey:

I smiled softly, typing back:

His response came almost immediately.

My eyes widened as I quickly typed back.

I took a deep breath, as my thumbs hovering over the screen as Jey's protective nature spilled through his texts.

I know he meant well, but the last thing I wanted was for him to stress himself out over this.

I sighed, knowing the frustration in his tone came from a place of affection. Midnight tilted his head, sensing my mood, and rested his big paw on my foot. I reached down and scratched behind his ears, grounding myself.

There was a long pause before his reply came through.

I bit my lip, staring at the message. I knew what this meant. Jey wasn’t just talking in circles—he was making sure when Xavier tried again (because let’s be real, he would), there would be no next time.

I sighed before finally typing out Ant’s number and sending it.

Shaking my head, Midnight huffed, almost as if to say, Finally handled?

"You don't have to worry about him, Josh," I murmured to myself, the weight of the day easing as I closed her eyes for a moment. But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that Xavier wasn't done yet.

Looking at Midnight, his watchful eyes fixed on the door. "We'll be ready, boy," I said softly. "For whatever comes next."

And I meant it.

My phone barely had a chance to rest in my hand before it lit up with his name. Joshybae💦🙂‍↕️

I sighed, shaking my head as I answered. “Joshua, I swear—”

“Damn, I don’t even get a hey baby , first?” His voice came through smooth and warm, like he was already smirking on the other end. “That how we doin’ now?”

Despite everything, I felt the smallest smile tug at my lips. “Boy, you know what you just made me do. I should be cussin' you out right now.”

He chuckled, deep and low. “But you ain’t.”

I rolled my eyes, leaning back against my pillows. “What do you want, Joshua?”

“You.” His voice dropped slightly, making something flutter in my chest. “I just needed to hear you. You sound stressed through them text, mama.”

I exhaled, closing my eyes for a second. “It’s been a day.”

“I know,” he murmured, his tone softer now. “But you got me now. You ain’t gotta think about none of that shit while you on the phone with me.”

And that was the thing about Jey. He had this way of pulling me out of my head, making me forget everything else in the world except him.

“Mm,” I hummed, settling deeper into my pillows. “So what you gon’ do then? Talk me to sleep?”

“Nah,” he said, the smile clear in his voice. “I ain’t gon’ let you sleep yet.”

I raised a brow. “Oh really?”

“Nah, ’cause you like when I sweet talk you,” he teased. “You try to act all hard, but I know you be sittin’ there blushing.”

I scoffed. “Ain’t nobody blushing.”

He chuckled. “Lyin’ ass.”

I bit my lip, definitely smiling now. “Okay, so go 'head then, big talker. Sweet talk me.”

“Easy.” His voice dropped even lower, like he was right in my ear. “You ever just look at yourself in the mirror and really see what I see?”

I blinked, my breath catching slightly. “What you mean, cowboy?”

“I mean,” he said smoothly, “I don’t think you even realize how fuckin’ fine you are. Like, it actually pisses me off sometimes. Got me out here tryna play it cool when all I really wanna do is show you off. Walk in a room with you on my arm and let everybody know exactly what it is.”

My stomach flipped, heat creeping up my neck. “Jey…”

“Nah, I’m talkin’ my shit,” he continued, not letting up. “The way you carry yourself? That confidence? That smart ass mouth?” He let out a low chuckle. “You really got me wrapped up, ma. I be tryna keep my head straight, but then you hit me with one of them looks, that accent and I swear I forget how to act.”

I covered my face, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “You so damn extra.”

He laughed. “Maybe. But tell me I’m lyin’.”

I exhaled, my voice a little softer now. “You not.”

“That’s what I thought.” His tone was warm, teasing. “Now, you feelin’ better yet, or you need me to keep goin’?”

I smiled to myself, sinking further into my bed. “Mmm… keep going.”

“Yeah?” His voice turned smug. “Told you you like this shit.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Just shut up and keep talking.”

And he did.

And for the rest of the afternoon, Xavier was the last thing on my mind.

Later in the evening, I was lying on the couch, halfway through brainstorming ideas for my next video, when my phone buzzed again. This time, it was a name I hadn't seen pop up in a good while—Bria. We met in college and have been combined at the hip for years. Outside of Trin, she was the only other person I trusted. 

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. Bria and her dramatics were something else.

I hesitated for a second, glancing at the half-prepped dinner on the counter. But Bria didn't take no for an answer, and truthfully, I missed my girl.

As soon as I hit send on my reply to Bria, I grabbed my phone and sent Jey a quick text. It was always better to keep him in the loop, especially since he was the type to ask questions later.

It didn't take long for his response to come through.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I typed back.

His response immediately, made me laugh out loud.

I smiled at his protectiveness, my chest warming.

With that, I tossed my phone on the bed and hurried to get ready. If Bria said thirty minutes, she meant twenty, and I wasn't about to have her honking her horn and hollering outside my house.

By the time I heard her car pull up, I was ready— a fitted pink two piece short set, with my pink and white Balenciaga sneakers, that was just cute and comfortable enough for a wild night out.

Midnight padded to the door with me, his tail wagging as I grabbed my mini pink purse off the entrance table.

I stopped and petted him, "I'll be back my baby."

Bria was already hollering before I even opened the door. "Cleo! You better bring yo' fine ass out here before I come in and drag you out myself!"

I shook my head, laughing as I stepped out. "Girl, calm down! I'm here, damn."

Bria stepped out of her car, throwing her arms out dramatically. "Damn right you're here! And looking like a whole snack! Okay, sis, I see you! All cute and coordinated! Who you tryna stunt for?"

I laughed, locking the door behind me and jogging to her car. "Nobody! I just know better than to roll out with you lookin' like a mess."

Bria snorted as I slid into the passenger seat. "Girl, whatever. I still pull dudes in my sweatpants. Don't play me."

Her energy was contagious, and I found myself grinning as she sped off down the street, music blasting. "So, where we headed first?"

She glanced over at me and smirked, "You already know." 

The bass from KAMP's speakers was already thumping hard enough to rattle the sidewalk by the time Bria pulled up. The line outside was long, but Bria? Bria ain't never believed in waiting for shit.

"C'mon, girl," she grinned, sliding her gloss across her lips. "We skippin' all this."

I gave her a look. "Bria, don't start no mess—"

"Girl, hush. I know the bouncer," she smirked, stepping out and adjusting her cropped denim jacket.

Sure enough, Bria strutted right up to the front like she owned the damn place. The bouncer, a big dude built like a damn linebacker, grinned wide when he spotted her.

"Aye, Bria! Where you been, girl?"

Bria gave him a flirty smile, tilting her head. "Just stayin' outta trouble. Well... some trouble."

He laughed, unhooking the velvet rope without a second thought. "Y'all good. Go on in."

I shook my head, following Bria inside. "You somethin' else," I muttered.

Bria just grinned back at me. "You damn right."

Inside, KAMP was jumpin'. Neon lights flickered across the walls, the DJ was mixin' straight heat, and bodies were packed on the dance floor — movin' like they ain't have work in the mornin'.

"Lemme go grab us some drinks," Bria hollered over the music, already swayin' her hips as she walked toward the bar.

I laughed, shakin' my head. Bria was in her element.

While I waited, I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick selfie — face glowing under the neon lights, pink outfit poppin' just right. I sent it straight to Jey.

It didn't take long for him to respond.

I smiled, biting my lip.

"Here!" Bria's voice cut through my thoughts as she shoved a drink in my hand. "Now c'mon, you been too chill lately. We dancin' tonight!"

I took a sip — tequila with just enough juice to mask how strong it was. "Bria, girl, I ain't tryna be hurtin' tomorrow."

Bria snorted. "Please, you gon' be fine. Now bring yo' ass on! Show me you still got them Megan knees!"

Before I could argue, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the dance floor.

The music hit different when you were in the middle of the crowd — bass heavy enough to rattle my chest, heat radiatin' from the bodies movin' around me. Bria was already feelin' herself, windin' her hips like she was auditioning for a damn music video.

I tried to keep up, but after a few drinks and Bria hype-screamin' "That's my best friend!" every time I hit a lil' move, I let myself go.

I laughed, hair stickin' to my face as Bria twirled me around. "Girl, you crazy!"

"You love it though!" she shot back, her grin wide enough to split her face.

At some point, I stumbled my way back to the table, breathin' hard and gigglin' like a damn fool. My fingers fumbled with my phone until I finally hit Jey's contact.

He picked up on the first ring. "Wassup, baby?"

His voice was low and groggy, like I'd woken him up — but soon as he heard my giggly ass, I knew I had his attention.

"Jeyyyyyy," I drawled, twirling a lock of my hair around my finger. "I miss yooouuu."

He chuckled, voice all warm and rough. "Oh yeah? Sound like somebody been drinkin'."

"Mmhmm," I hummed, letting my eyes flutter closed. "Bria said I needed to get out the house. She got me all... tipsy an' stuff."

"Oh word?" His voice dropped even lower. "So you drunk and thinkin' 'bout me?"

"Boy, I always be thinkin' 'bout you," I slurred, biting my lip. "Yeah?"

"Mmhm." I glanced over my shoulder, makin' sure Bria was still too busy twerkin' on some random dude to hear me. "I'm feelin' some kinda way... I need you."

"You tryna get me in trouble, huh?" he muttered, his voice all low and smokey. "Say less... I'm bookin' a flight."

I giggled again, layin' my head on the table. "Boy, you so crazy."

"Nah," Jey murmured. "I'm yours. That's all."

I sighed, grinning at my phone even after the call ended. Jey always had a way of making me feel all warm inside, even through a damn phone. I was still caught up in my little moment when Bria flopped down beside me, fanning herself dramatically.

"Girl, I am tired," she huffed, snatching up her drink and taking a long sip. "Now tell me why the hell you over here cheesin' like that?"

I bit my lip, shaking my head. "Nothin’."

Bria side-eyed me hard. "Lie again. Who the hell had you gigglin' and twirlin' your hair like a whole Disney princess just now?"

I tried to play it off, but the way she was looking at me? Yeah, she wasn’t letting this go.

Bria leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "Wait… hold up. Was that him?"

I blinked. "Him, who?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't play dumb. The man you posted a few months ago, when Trin, Jon, and that other fine-ass man that came to visit you."

I pressed my lips together, heat rising to my cheeks.

Bria gasped, smacking my arm. "Bitch! It was him! Ohhh, you got some shit to spill. Start talkin’."

I groaned, shaking my head as I buried my face in my hands. "You are so damn nosy."

"And you been real lowkey about this!" she shot back. "Like, I ain't seen my bestie glow like this in a minute, and you mean to tell me I just found out about him?"

I bit my lip, but the smile was creeping back. "Okay, fine. Yeah, it was him."

Bria squealed, gripping my arm. "Oh, bitch, we need shots for this. Matter fact—" She waved down the waiter, ordering two more drinks before turning back to me, eyes damn near sparkling. "Alright, spill. How long y'all been talkin'? And why didn’t you tell me his fine ass was in the picture?"

I sighed, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. "It kinda just happened. We met when he came down with Trin and Jon, and I don’t know… we just clicked."

Bria wiggled her brows. "Clicked? Or cliiiicked?"

I laughed, shoving her. "Girl, shut up!"

"Nah, ‘cause the way you was just on the phone all giggly and shit?" She leaned in, lowering her voice. "That man got you, huh?"

I exhaled, shaking my head with a soft smile. "Yeah… yeah, he do."

Bria smirked, raising her glass when the drinks arrived. "Well, shit. To that man."

I clinked my glass against hers, my mind still stuck on the way Jey’s voice sounded in my ear.

Bria took a slow sip of her drink, eyeing me over the rim like she was plotting. I should've known she wasn’t done prying. She set her glass down, licking her lips before leaning in with that look—the one that meant she was about to get real messy.

"Aight, bitch. Now tell me…" She paused for dramatic effect, her grin turning wicked. "How’s the dick?"

I choked on my drink, coughing as I waved her off. "Bria!"

"Nah, don’t play shy now! You sittin’ here all glowy and dreamy-eyed—I know he he be having  you laid out. So go on, spill." She smirked. "That man look like he knows what he’s doin’."

I covered my face, groaning. "Oh my God, you are too much."

Bria cackled, nudging me. "And you ain’t deny it! Go 'head, tell me… is it as good as he look?"

I sighed, shaking my head as a slow smirk crept onto my lips. "Briiiaaaaa…" I dragged her name out, pretending like I wasn’t about to tell her everything. But let’s be real, she was my best friend—I had to share a lil’ something.

She leaned in even closer, eyes wide with excitement. "Bitch, say it!"

I exhaled, lowering my voice. "Bria… That man is dangerous."

Bria's eyes damn near popped out her head. "Ooooh, shit!" She smacked the table. "Okay, what we talkin’? Dick dangerous or tongue dangerous?"

I bit my lip, shaking my head. "Both."

Bria gasped like I had just told her the meaning of life. "Bitch!"

I laughed, finally letting myself talk my shit. "Bria, when I tell you he eats like he practicing for somethin’? Like—girl. The way that man devours me? He makes love to it. He don’t rush, he don’t half-ass it—he savors me. And the way he holds me down while he does it?" I shivered, just thinking about it. "Whew."

Bria fanned herself. "Lawd!" She grabbed her drink and took a big gulp. "So what you sayin’ is… you ain’t never had it like that before?"

I gave her a look. "Never."

Bria let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. "Damn, Xavier really got outclassed, huh?"

I let out a laugh, covering my mouth. "Girl. That’s not even competition. That’s a damn humbling."

Bria laughed so loud, people turned to look, but she didn’t care. "I know you lyin’!"

I shook my head. "Not at all. Xavier could never." I leaned in. "Jey got that grown man stroke. And the way he talks to me while he does it?" I exhaled, shaking my head. "Yeah. Xavier was a boy. Jey.... a man."

Bria smirked, raising her glass again. "To that man, then."

I clinked my glass against hers, my body already feeling warm just thinking about Jey.

Yeah… I was gone

The night was a blur of music, laughter, and too many drinks—exactly how it always went when Bria was in town. That girl had a mission every time she visited: get me fucked up and have a damn good time doing it.

"You ain't drunk enough yet, hoe," she cackled, shoving another shot in my hand.

"Briaaa," I whined, my head already swimming. "I'm gone."

She smirked. "Nah, you still standing. One more!"

I groaned but clinked the glass against hers before throwing it back, the burn of tequila making my body shudder. The club lights blurred around me, the bass thumping through my chest. I was floating.

Bria was still hyping me up, her voice loud in my ear. "Ayyye! There go my bitch!"

I laughed, nearly stumbling, but she caught me, both of us in a fit of giggles. Neither of us noticed the shadow lurking in the dim corner of the club, a pair of cold eyes watching.

Xavier.

His stare was sharp, his jaw clenched as he watched me with Bria, laughing, drinking, living my life like he never existed. His fingers curled into fists at his sides. I had the nerve to be out here, looking this damn good, acting like I wasn’t supposed to be his.

His blood boiled.

I was drunk off tequila and laughter, but even in my haze, I had the slightest feeling of unease, like someone was watching me. I shook it off. No way. I was just drunk.

Right?

The ride home was just as chaotic. Bria had me hollering with her drunk ass antics, making me laugh so hard my stomach hurt. By the time we stumbled into my house, I was done. My body was warm, my limbs loose, my mind floating somewhere between tipsy and flat-out drunk.

Bria kicked her heels off, groaning. "Bitch, I love you, but I hate you."

I flopped onto the couch, snorting. "Why?"

She sighed dramatically. "Because my ass is gonna feel all these shots in the morning."

I giggled, stretching out. "That’s a you problem."

She stuck her tongue out before plopping down next to me, both of us sinking into the couch, exhausted but still buzzing from the night. The house was quiet, except for the soft hum of the AC and the distant sounds of the city outside.

After a few minutes, Bria nudged me. "Aight, real talk. What’s been up with you?"

I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. The warmth of the liquor made me feel too honest. "I had to file a restraining order today."

Bria sat up a little. "Wait… what?"

I sighed. "Xavier showed up again."

Her face twisted. "Man, fuck him! What he want now?"

I shook my head. "I don’t even know. He just… he don’t get it, Bri. He think he still got some kinda hold on me." I swallowed, my voice dropping. "I just want him to leave me alone."

Bria’s expression darkened. "And your man? He know?"

I nodded. "Yeah… and he was pissed. He was talking about booking a flight immediately."

Bria smirked. "Whew, girl. That man loves you."

I bit my lip, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with alcohol. "He ain't say it."

She rolled her eyes. "He don’t gotta. Look how he acting. That man would burn the world down for you. He ready to catch flights to give nigga's a fade for you."

I smiled softly, but the weight of the night settled heavy on my chest.

Bria squeezed my hand. "Don’t trip, Leo. That restraining order is just step one. Xavier gon’ learn real quick that you ain't his to fuck with no more."

I nodded, exhaling. "Yeah… I just hope it’s enough."

Outside, past the streetlights and the quiet hum of the city, a familiar pair of eyes lingered in the shadows.

Watching.

Waiting.

The sound of my phone buzzing pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced down at the screen, my heart doing that little stupid flip it always did when I saw his name.

Joshybae💦🙂‍↕️ calling…

I smiled softly and answered, the screen shifting to show his face—bare, sleepy, but still fine as hell. His mullet was a little messy, and he was lying back in bed, shirtless, tattooed chest on full display.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, voice all low and scratchy from sleep.

My stomach did a whole somersault.

“Hey, Joshy,” I said, tucking my legs under me on the couch.

His eyes skimmed over me through the screen, like he was checking to see if I was okay. “How you feelin’? I see you back home.”

I sighed dramatically. “Drunk. Thanks to this menace over here.”

Jey frowned slightly. “Who?”

Before I could answer, Bria leaned all up into the frame, practically shoving her face into my phone. “Me, nigga. Hi! I’m Bria, Cleo’s other bestie.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Oh, you the one got my girl all twisted?”

Bria grinned. “Damn right. But we had fun, though!” Then, without an ounce of shame, she dragged her eyes over his chest and let out a long, dramatic whistle. “Whew! Hold up… Cleo, bitch. Why you ain’t tell me this man was this fine?!”

I covered my face. “Oh my God…”

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “Aye, chill, chill.”

Bria ignored him. “Nah, 'cause I see why you be glowing, hoe. This why you don’t be outside no more? Shiiid, I wouldn’t either.”

Jey smirked, giving me that look through the screen. “She know wassup.”

Bria wiggled her eyebrows. “I bet she do.”

“Bria!” I hissed, nudging her.

She laughed, backing off slightly. “Aight, aight, lemme stop before your man snatch me through the phone.”

Jey tilted his head. “She smart.”

I rolled my eyes, still flustered. “Ignore her. She’s drunk.”

Bria waved him off. “Whatever. Just know I approve. You’re fine, you protect my bestie, and you got a little attitude. I like you.”

Jey shook his head, but I could tell he was amused."'Preciate it.”

Bria clapped her hands together. “Aight, I’mma let y’all have y’all lil’ moment. Don’t be nasty on the phone now.” She shot me a wink before flopping onto the other side of the couch.

Jey watched her go before turning back to me, smirking. “Yo friend crazy.”

I sighed. “Tell me about it.”

He chuckled, his expression softening. “But for real… you good?”

I exhaled, nodding. “Yeah. I am now.”

His smirk faded a little. “I meant what I said earlier. You need me there, I’m there.”

I smiled, feeling that warmth spread through my chest again. He really meant that.

“I know,” I murmured. “That’s why I’m good.”

Eventually, Bria and I called it a night. She went to the guest room as I walked to mine. Jey was still on the phone. 

I yawned, stretching my arms over my head as I sat on the edge of my bed. My body felt heavy from all the drinks Bria shoved my way, but at least I was home, safe, and comfortable. 

Jey was propped up against his pillows, watching me with that lazy, amused smirk.

"You strugglin', baby?" he teased, his voice all low and smooth.

I squinted at him. "Shut up."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "C'mon, lemme see you get tucked in. You look like you 'bout to pass out right now."

I rolled my eyes but stood up, walking toward my dresser. I set my phone down and pulled out one of Jey’s hoodies—the one I accidentally stole the last time I went to visit him. 

It still smelled just like him, that mix of cologne and something warm I could never describe. I slipped out of my clothes and into the hoodie, feeling instantly cozier.

Jey let out a low hum. "Damn, I miss seein’ you in my shit."

I smiled sleepily, climbing into bed. "Then come get it back."

His eyes darkened slightly. "Bet."

I laughed softly, adjusting my pillows until I got comfortable. Jey did the same on his end, settling deeper into his bed. His curls from his mullet fell around his face, shadows from his dim lighting making his features look even sharper.

"You still tired?" he murmured.

"Mmhmm," I hummed, voice barely above a whisper.

"Aight. Go to sleep, baby. I got you."

I exhaled, my eyes fluttering closed as I kept the phone close to my pillow. Jey didn’t hang up—he never did. The soft sound of his breathing through the speaker was already lulling me into sleep, grounding me in a way nothing else could.

"Goodnight, Cowboy," I mumbled, barely conscious.

"Night, mama," he murmured back. "Sweet dreams."

And with that, I let myself drift off, wrapped in the sound of his voice and the background noise from his end.

The soft buzz of my phone still propped up on the pillow next to me pulled me from my sleep. I blinked, stretching slightly, my limbs still heavy from last night’s drinks and dancing. My screen was still lit, and the moment my vision cleared, I saw Jey looking right at me.

And damn, did he look good.

His mullet was damp, curls thick and fresh, hanging loose over his forehead and the back of his neck like he’d just stepped out of the shower. His tribal tattoos were on full display, covering his bare chest and shoulders, ink flowing over his skin like it was always meant to be there. He looked refreshed, all warm tan skin and deep brown eyes watching me with that lazy, knowing smirk.

"Mornin', sleepyhead," he murmured, voice thick with amusement.

I blinked at him, rubbing my face. "Morning, Cowboy. Why are you still on the phone? You ain’t hang up?"

Jey’s smirk deepened as he tilted his head, making his curls shift. "Nah."

I gave him a tired look. "Why not?"

He shrugged, voice dropping slightly. "Didn’t want to."

His words made something in my chest tighten. I swallowed, looking away for a second before I glanced back at him. "Boy, you somethin’ else," I muttered, but there was no bite to it.

"You love it, though," he shot back smoothly.

Before I could respond, my door burst open.

"Rise and Shine, Hoe!" Bria strutted in, hair in a messy bun and one of my oversized shirts hanging off her shoulder. "I need some damn water. And food. And—" She froze, eyes landing on my phone screen.

A slow grin stretched across her face. "Ohhh, Good morning, Jeeeyyy!" she cooed. I groaned, flopping back into my pillows. "Bria, pleeease."

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. "You still on that?"

"Boy, now that I’m sober, I can really appreciate what I’m lookin’ at," she said, hand on her hip. "Damn, you look finer in the daylight. Whew, Cleo. You ate with this one, girl."

Jey laughed, shaking his head. "Wassup, Bria?"

I rolled over, pulling my blanket over my head. "I hate it here."

Jey’s laugh was deep, smooth—like he was enjoying my suffering. "Nah, I rock with your girl, mama. She real."

Bria flipped her hair. "Period."

I peeked from under the blanket, narrowing my eyes. "Y’all done?"

Jey glanced at the time on his phone and sighed. "Yeah, I actually gotta get goin’. Me and Jon got some promo stuff to shoot."

I pouted a little. "Boo."

He smirked. "Chill, I’ll hit you later."

"Mmhm, you better."

Bria cleared her throat dramatically. "Bye, Jey! Don’t be a stranger now!"

He chuckled. "Aight, Bria. Keep my girl outta trouble."

"No promises!"

I snorted, shaking my head. Jey gave me one last look—one of those lingering, damn-I-miss-you kinda looks—before hanging up. Bria sighed dramatically, flopping onto my bed. "Girl. If I wasn’t your best friend, I’d be hatin’."

I smirked. "You should be."

The smell of butter and cinnamon filled my kitchen as I moved around with ease, setting up my phone for IG Live. The golden-brown French toast sizzled in the pan, the edges crisping up perfectly as I plated a fresh batch.

Bria, sitting at the island with her glass of orange juice, scrolled through her phone, glancing up as I started my live. "You ‘bout to bless the timeline?" she teased.

"Always," I smirked, tapping the button to go live. Within seconds, the viewers poured in.

"Good morning, y’all!" I greeted, adjusting the camera to show the French toast stack I had just finished.

"We makin’ something simple today—classic French toast, with a lil’ twist. I added a dash of nutmeg and vanilla to the mix ‘cause… why not?"

The comments started rolling in, and I skimmed them while drizzling warm maple syrup over the stack.

@Taybayyy: Cleo always be cooking like she got a husband at home 😩🔥

@MizzKeeks: Chef Cleo in the building! I need a plate!

Then, a familiar username popped up in the chat.

@UceyJucey:👀👀👀 My lips curled into a smirk as Bria gasped dramatically. "Not your man making an appearance in the chat!" she cackled.

"Boy, stop playin’ in my comments," I said with a small laugh, shaking my head.

The comments blew up instantly.

wrestlebae_xoxo: Not Jey lurkingggg 👀😂 @SamoanQueen: It’s the way he be supporting her always. Goals. 🥹✨

Then, another notification popped up.

Jonathanfatu has joined the live. Trinity_fatu has joined the live.

@JonathanFatu: Where my plate, sis? 🤨

@Trinity_Fatu: : Yasss sis, come through with the Sunday brunch vibes! 😍💅🏾

I laughed, shaking my head. "Jon, you always worried about food and heyyy Trin-Trin! You know how I do."

Bria leaned over, reading the comments before whispering loudly, "Wait—Trin in here?!"

I smirked. "Yup."

Bria’s eyes lit up as she quickly grabbed her phone. "Oh nah, I love her! Trin, I need to meet you for real! We need to link up!"

Trin responded almost immediately.

@Trinity_Fatu: Girl, say less! We definitely gotta set that up. 💕

Bria squealed. "Bet! I already got ideas!"

I laughed, flipping the last batch of French toast before turning off the stove. "And what ideas you got now?"

Bria wiggled her brows. "Oh, just some plans for today after you finish feeding me. You’ll see."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Bria..."

She just grinned. "Girl, trust me. It’s gon’ be a vibe."

As I flipped the last slice of French toast, I leaned in closer to the camera. "Aight, y’all, let’s get into it—golden brown, fluffy, and just the right amount of sweetness. You see that drizzle?" I lifted the plate, letting the warm syrup slowly cascade down the stacked slices. "Mmm, chef’s kiss."

The comments continued to flood in.

@KeekzEatz: Nah, the way that syrup just poured down like a commercial… you doin’ this on purpose! 🤤🔥

@BriBri4Real: I can already hear the crunch when she cuts into it!🤤

I chuckled, shaking my head as I turned my attention back to the live. “Alright, y’all, let’s finish plating this up. I like to add a little powdered sugar on top—makes it look all fancy.” I grabbed the sifter, dusting a light layer over the French toast, the fine sugar falling like snow.

@ShayShayEats: Girrrllll, you always make food look like it came from a five-star restaurant! 😍

@KingMelo: Drop the location, I’ll pull up with a fork. 🍽️👀

Bria snorted. “They really tryna get a plate through the screen.”

I grinned and reached for the fresh strawberries, slicing them into perfect halves before arranging them on top. “Presentation is key, y’all. Y’all know I like my food to look just as good as it tastes.”

Then, another comment from Jey popped up.

@UceyJucey: It don't taste as good as y– NVM You know yo food look and taste good. Stop playin😏😮‍💨

Bria gasped and nearly choked on her orange juice. “Ain’t no way this man just flirtin’ on the timeline like this!”

The comments went crazy.

@LexiLove: Jey, please. We see you. She ALREADY yours. 👏🏽😂

@MizzKeeks: I just KNOW he be eating real good when he at her house. 👀

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk on my face. “Y’all, please ignore him.”

@JonathanFatu: Cleo, don’t ignore him! This man been talkin’ bout you ALL morning! 😂

Bria smacked the counter. “Oh, I love this! Big Samoan man down bad for my bestie!”

Trin jumped in again.

@Trinity_Fatu: Chileee, this is cute. Lemme go text my Bro real quick and see what he REALLY been sayin’ about you. 👀😂

I pointed at the camera. “Don’t y’all start with the mess! I’m tryna finish my breakfast.”

Bria leaned into the frame, grinning. “Nah, nah, keep going! We need more tea. Jey, how bad you got it for my girl?”

Jey responded almost immediately.

@UceyJucey: Mind ya business, Bria. 😏🫣

The comments went wild again.

@MayaMarie: Jey, you just exposed yourself even more. 😭😂

Bria hollered. “Oh, he really got it bad bad.”

I shook my head, trying to fight my smile. “Aight, I’m endin’ the live. Y’all are messy.”

Bria gasped. “Nooo, don’t do us like that!”

I laughed. “I love y’all, but I gotta eat.” I waved at the camera. “Catch y’all later!”

I ended the live and set my phone down, my notifications blowing up instantly. Bria smirked at me. “Girl, you got the internet in shambles.”

I shrugged, popping a strawberry into my mouth. “They’ll be aight.”

Bria sipped her juice. “So… what’s good with you and Jey?”

I side-eyed her. “Bria.”

She grinned. “What?! I’m just sayin’… I ain’t never seen you blush over a man like this before.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Eat your food, Bria.”

She cackled. “I’m just sayin’… he fine, he got hands, and he love him some Cleo—so what we doin’!? When's the wedding?”

I just threw a strawberry at her.

After breakfast, Bria and I got dressed, ready to take on whatever plans she had in store. The energy was light, playful, filled with laughter as we moved around the house, but that feeling didn’t last long.

“So boom,” she started, plopping down on my couch with her phone in hand. “We hittin’ up this little spot downtown, vibes immaculate, and the drinks? Chef’s kiss. Then we can do some shopping, ‘cause I know you need some new fits for when yo man comes into town.”

I rolled my eyes with a smirk. “Bria, stop.”

She ignored me, scrolling through her phone. “Mmhm. You gon’ be thanking me later when he sees you in somethin’ new and wanna—”

A sudden knock at the door cut her off.

My stomach clenched. Something about it didn’t sit right. And it didn't help when Midnight came running and instantly growling and barking at the door. 

Bria frowned. “You expecting somebody?”

I shook my head. “No.”

I cautiously approached the door, peeking through the peephole. My breath hitched.

Xavier.

I gritted my teeth, every nerve in my body lighting up with anger and unease. This was exactly why I filed that damn restraining order.

Bria noticed the shift in my expression and immediately got up. “Who is it?”

I exhaled sharply. “Xavier.”

Her face twisted in disgust. “You gotta be kidding me. This weird-ass—”

Another knock. More aggressive this time.

“Ayo, Cleo! Open the fuckin' door!”

I stayed silent.

“Cleo, I know you're ass in there!”

Bria’s lip curled. “Oh, hell no—”

I put a hand up, silently telling her to hold off before taking a deep breath. “What the fuck do you want, Xavier?” I called through the door.

“I just wanna talk,” he said, voice dripping in fake innocence.

I scoffed. “You don’t get to just talk to me. You’re violating a restraining order. Leave.”

“Man, fuck all that,” he snapped. “You really got the cops involved? On me?”

Bria sucked her teeth. “Oh, this nigga delusional.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, on you, Nigga! Because you don’t know how to stay the fuck away from me. Now get the fuck off my porch before I call the laws on yo ass!”

Xavier let out a bitter chuckle. “So this what we doin’ now? You actin’ all brand new ‘cause you got some new dick?”

Bria lunged for the door. “BITCH, I KNOW YOU NOT TALKIN’—”

I grabbed her wrist. “Bri, chill.”

Her chest was heaving, eyes blazing, but I gave her a look.

Xavier let out a cruel chuckle. “You think dude really care about you? You just a plaything to him. He gon’ toss you when he get bored. Just like I did.” 

I went still. Bria gasped. “Ain’t no way this nigga just said that.”

My grip on the door tightened. “Xavier, you got three seconds to walk away before this goes really bad for you.”

“What the fuck you gon’ do?” he sneered. But, Xavier wasn’t done. His voice turned sharper, dripping in venom. “You really out here thinkin’ you special, huh?” He laughed. “Ain’t nobody ever gonna want you for real. You just a hoe tryna act like a housewife. That nigga ain’t ever gon’ be me. I made you. You owe me.”

My throat tightened. I clenched my jaw, but I could feel my stomach twisting, feel the hurt creeping up my spine.

Xavier must’ve sensed it, because he kept going, relentless.

“That lil’ cooking shit you do?” He scoffed. “Nobody gives a fuck about that shit. What, you really think niggas watchin’ you just to see you cook? Nah, they just tryna see some ass. You ain’t got no real fuckin' talent.”

Bria’s whole body stiffened beside me.

My hands trembled. I tried to swallow it down, act like it didn’t hurt. But it did. It cut deep.

Xavier knew how to get to me.

Bria’s voice was low, dangerous. “Cleo, move.”

I didn’t. I couldn't.  I just stood there, frozen, Xavier’s words pressing into me like a weight.

That’s when we heard the roar of an engine outside. Then a voice. A familiar voice.

“Aye, I kno' yo bitch ass ain't standin' on my sister's porch!"

I peeked through the window—Ant.

Oh, shit.

Xavier turned just in time for Ant to step out of his car, face thunderous.

“Nah,” Ant said, striding up the porch steps with purpose. “I know my eyes playing tricks on me right now." 

Xavier puffed his chest up. “Man, ain’t nobody worried about you—”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence.

Ant rocked his ass.

One punch—Xavier stumbled back into the railing. Bria screamed in delight. “Oh, this what I like to see!”

Ant didn’t let up. He grabbed Xavier by the collar and slammed him into the porch post. “I told yo’ bitch ass not to come ‘round here!”

Xavier struggled, trying to swing, but Ant dodged effortlessly and cracked him in the ribs with another hard right. The thud of the hit made me wince.

“AHH, SHIT—” Xavier wheezed, crumpling down to the porch floor.

Ant stood over him, jaw clenched. “Next time I see you anywhere near my sister, I PROMISE, yo ass gettin’ buried.”

Xavier groaned, clutching his side.

Ant crouched down, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “You hear me, bitch ass nigga!?”

Xavier barely nodded.

Ant shoved him back down. “Now get yo’ weak ass up and get the fuck outta here.”

Xavier scrambled to his feet, stumbling down the steps before limping toward his car.

Bria leaned out the doorway, grinning. “Bye, bitch!”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as Xavier’s car peeled off down the street.

Ant turned to me. “You good?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” Bria and Ant both frowned. They weren’t buying it.

Bria studied my face. “Cleo.”

I swallowed hard, trying to shake the feeling off. Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall. 

Ant’s face darkened. “What’d he say to you?”

I shook my head. “It don't matter—”

Bria cut me off. “Nah, fuck that. You ain’t gotta say it. I see it on your face.”

Ant exhaled sharply, looking between the two of us. “I know who we need to call.”

Bria nodded. “Yup.”

I blinked. “Who—”

Ant already had his phone out.

Bria smirked. “Yo’ man.”

My eyes widened. “No, y’all don—”

Too late.

Ant already had Jey on speaker.

“Aye Uce! What’s good?”

Ant’s voice was firm. “Cleo need you.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, Jey’s tone dropped. “What happened?”

Bria answered. “That weird-ass nigga showed up.”

Silence. Then Jey spoke, voice ice-cold.

“Where she at?”

I crossed my arms. “I’m fine—” Bria snatched my arm. “She’s not fine.”

Another pause. Then Jey said two words.

“I’m coming.”

Bria grinned. “Knew you would.”

Jey didn’t even hesitate. “Booking my flight. Right now.”

Fuck.

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No Way Out: Part Five

blurb: One night. No strings. That was the plan for Armani King. But when the past collides with the present, and feelings get tangled in the fallout, walking away isn’t as easy as it should be.

pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC

words: 5.2k

warnings: none for this chapter

notes: Jey is not a wrestler in this fic so we will be using his real name, Jey might come up as a nickname for him though. He's 37 in this fic and he's just a normal-ish guy. In this fic he only has one sibling which is Jimmy or Jon and any other family members that aren't known will be make believe. The oc is a black woman of course. I don't have a fc for her, you can picture her however you want, just know I will be describing a black woman.

disclaimer: Besides the OCs I don't own anyone else in this fic or any gifs/pics that maybe used. This is just for my entertainment and hopefully yours I don't know these people for real! I don't give permission to anyone to take my work and repost it as their own or use it on any other site, you can definitely reblog on here though! Hope you enjoy!

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Cognac Queen

Warning: SMUT (Def at the end)

For the 18+ crew.... Minors DNI!

8.3K Words 🧡

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THE CLUB—WHERE IT ALL STARTED

The bass thumped through the club, a deep, vibrating pulse that settled in your chest as you stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of liquor, perfume, and sweat, bodies moving in sync with the music under the dim, flashing lights.

And then there was him.

Jey was already there, posted up near the bar with Jon and Trin, his dark eyes catching yours the second you walked in. He didn't flinch, didn't move—he just stood there, watching. His lips curled into the faintest smirk, the kind that always made your skin heat up in ways you hated to admit.

But tonight? Tonight, you weren't going to make it easy for him.

You made sure of it when you slipped into that dress—the one that left little to the imagination. The black fabric hugged your body like a second skin, the plunging neckline teasing just enough, and the slit up the side showing off your legs every time you took a step.

Your heels clicked against the floor as you walked past him without a second glance, pretending like you didn't notice the way his eyes darkened, the way his jaw clenched so tight you thought it might snap.

Jon, who had been mid-sip of his drink, almost choked, nudging Jey with a low chuckle. "Damn, bro... you good?"

Jey didn't answer. He just dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes flicking over you slowly, deliberately. "Yeah, I'm good," he muttered, though the way his grip tightened around his glass said otherwise.

Trin shot you a look when you reached her, shaking her head with a grin. "Oh, you on some bullshit tonight, huh?"

You shrugged, lips curving in amusement. "What? Just having fun."

Trin glanced back at Jey, who was still watching, his gaze heavy enough that you felt it even from across the room. "Yeah, well, whatever game y'all playin', you better watch it. He looks like he ready to risk it all."

You took a sip of your drink, letting the cold burn of tequila settle in your chest. "Good."

For the next hour, the game was on

Jey didn't approach you, and you didn't go to him either.

Instead, you danced, laughed, and ignored the magnetic pull that always existed between you two. But every time you looked up, there he was, standing with his arms crossed, those thick tattoos on full display under the flashing club lights, his gold chain glinting every time he shifted.

But you weren't the only one who noticed.

Some random dude sidled up next to you, too close for your liking, his breath heavy with alcohol as he leaned in. "Yo, ma, you lookin' real good tonight. Lemme buy you a drink or somethin'?"

You barely spared him a glance, offering a polite but firm, "I'm good, thanks."

But the guy didn't back down. His hand brushed your arm, and before you could say anything, a familiar presence pressed up behind you.

The heat from Jey's body was instant, his hand landing possessively on your hip as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

"She said she good," Jey's voice was low, dangerous, and laced with something that sent a shiver down your spine. "Move on, bruh."

The guy held up his hands in mock surrender, mumbling something under his breath before disappearing into the crowd.

You turned in Jey's grip, meeting his intense gaze head-on. His hand stayed on your hip, fingers flexing against the fabric of your dress like he was fighting the urge to pull you closer. His jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a firm line, but his eyes... those eyes told you everything. He was barely holding it together.

"You jealous, Fatu?" you teased, arching a brow.

Jey's lips twitched, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice a husky whisper against your skin. "Nah, I just ain't lettin' nobody touch what's already mine."

Your breath hitched, but you quickly masked it with a smirk, stepping back just enough to put some space between you. "Yours? Funny... last I checked, this was just a 'thing,' right?"

Jey studied you, his eyes dark and hooded. "Yeah... we'll see about that."

Jon, who had been watching from the side, finally stepped in, laughing as he clapped a hand on Jey's shoulder. "Man, I dunno what y'all got goin' on, but it's gettin' real entertaining."

Trin laughed, shaking her head. "Just leave 'em be, Jon. They're both stubborn as hell."

You rolled your eyes and turned to grab your drink, feeling the way Jey's gaze lingered on you like a brand.

This game was far from over..

The tequila was hitting harder than you expected, the warmth spreading through your limbs as you leaned against the bar, nursing another drink. The tension between you and Jey had only thickened as the night went on, the cat-and-mouse game escalating with every stolen glance, every brush of skin when he walked past you just close enough to make you crave more.

You weren't backing down, though. Neither was he.

But the liquor had a way of making things...messy.

Jey had been watching you all night, and finally, he made his move—not by touching you, but by standing next to you at the bar, close enough that his cologne wrapped around you like a second skin. That same deep, woodsy scent you knew too well, the one that clung to your sheets long after he left.

"You having fun?" His voice was low, laced with something unreadable.

You took a slow sip of your drink, not bothering to look at him. "I'm great."

Jey huffed a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Yeah... you keep actin' like this some kinda game."

Finally, you turned to face him, blinking up at him through the slight haze of alcohol. "Isn't it?"

Something flickered in his eyes, something darker. He leaned in, his breath warm against your temple as he spoke, low and deliberate. "Nah, not to me. Not anymore."

You froze, fingers tightening around your glass. The way he said it—calm but serious—made your chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol coursing through your veins.

"Jey—"

"You don't get it, do you?" he interrupted, his eyes locked onto yours. "I ain't just some dude you can call when you feel like it. I ain't just here for the fun."

You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the sudden vulnerability creeping in. "We had an agreement," you reminded him, but your voice wasn't as steady as you wanted it to be.

Jey tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Yeah? And how's that been workin' out for you?"

You hated how much the question stung. Because the truth was, it wasn't working. Not really. Not when you caught yourself thinking about him more than you should, not when you missed him when he wasn't around, and definitely not when you couldn't even look at another man without comparing him to Jey.

You were too tipsy to hide it, and Jey was too damn perceptive not to notice.

"You ain't sayin' nothin' now, huh?" he said, lips twitching into that smug, knowing smirk that made you want to both kiss him and slap him at the same time.

"You think you got me all figured out, huh?" you shot back, trying to regain some ground.

Jey shrugged, but his gaze never left yours. "Nah, I just know you fightin' somethin' that's already there."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "You're full of shit."

Jey stepped even closer, his fingers brushing against your waist, making your pulse skyrocket. "Maybe. But I'm real about you."

Your heart thudded against your ribs, the liquor amplifying every emotion, making it harder to keep your walls up.

"You don't know what you're asking for," you muttered, more to yourself than him.

Jey's eyes softened just enough to make your chest ache. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice quieter now. "And I ain't lettin' up, ma. Not until you stop fightin' me'."

You felt your throat tighten, blinking rapidly to keep the heat behind your eyes at bay. Damn tequila. Damn Jey.

Before you could say anything, Trin appeared, sensing the tension and pulling you away with a knowing look. "C'mon girl, let's hit the dance floor. You need a distraction."

You let her drag you away, but not before casting one last glance at Jey. He stood there, watching you, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something that scared you more than you wanted to admit.

Want. Need. Maybe even love.

And that? That was dangerous.

Because for the first time in a long time, you weren't sure if you could keep playing this game without losing yourself in him completely.

HIS PLACE

The night had gotten away from you. Somewhere between the last shot Trin handed you and the music pulsing through your veins, you found yourself outside Jey's front door.

He had left the club before you, and you swore you weren't going to follow. But here you were, swaying slightly in your heels, the cool night air doing little to sober you up.

You were drunk—drunker than you'd been in a while.

Your fist connected with the door, a little harder than you intended.

Nothing.

"Open the damn door, Joshua," you muttered, knocking again.

You weren't sure how long you stood there before the door finally swung open, revealing Jey in a pair of gray sweats and no shirt, his tribal tattoos flexing with every breath he took.

His brows lifted in surprise, but his lips? They curled into something that looked like...triumph.

"You lost?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You blinked up at him, the alcohol making your brain sluggish, but the words were sitting right there, right on the tip of your tongue. "Shut up," you muttered, stumbling slightly as you pushed past him into the house.

Jey sighed, shutting the door behind you. "You drunk as hell, huh?"

You turned to face him, your eyes hazy but locked on his. "Yeah, and?"

He studied you for a long moment, the teasing glint in his eyes fading into something softer. "You could've gone home."

You swallowed, crossing your arms defensively. "I didn't want to."

Jey took a step closer, his presence swallowing the space between you two. "Why not?"

You licked your lips, feeling the words pushing against your chest, desperate to come out.

The liquor had melted down your walls, left you feeling raw and exposed. And maybe, just maybe, you were too tired to keep running from the truth.

You exhaled shakily. "You wanna know why I act like this?" you asked, your voice quieter now, laced with something vulnerable that made Jey's expression tighten.

Jey didn't say anything at first, just watched you with those piercing eyes that felt like they could see straight through every layer you hid behind. He stayed quiet, giving you space, but his silence was heavy, urging you on in a way that no words ever could.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself.

"I act like this... because... because every time I get close to someone... they leave. Or they disappoint me. Or they hurt me." Your voice cracked, and you hated how weak it sounded. "So I don't let it get that far anymore."

Jey's jaw ticked, but he didn't interrupt. He just let you talk.

"I keep things simple, keep it fun... so it doesn't hurt when it ends. 'Cause it always ends, Jey." You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "And you? You mess with that. You—"

Jey stepped in, so close you could smell the lingering scent of his body wash, the faintest hint of cologne from earlier. "I what?"

"You make me want more," you whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. "And that scares the hell out of me."

The silence between you two stretched thick and heavy. You felt like an exposed nerve, and the way Jey was looking at you didn't help.

"Look at me," he said softly, tilting your chin up with his fingers, forcing your gaze to his. "I ain't them. I ain't ever gonna be like them."

Your eyes watered slightly, the alcohol making your emotions swirl dangerously close to the surface. "You say that now..."

"I mean it," Jey cut in, his thumb brushing over your jaw in a way that made your heart stutter. "I ain't lettin' you go, ma. You hear me?"

You swallowed hard, trying to find something—anything—to say. But before you could, Jey's lips ghosted over your forehead, pressing a lingering kiss there that made your knees weak.

"You want me?" he murmured against your skin. "Then stop fightin' it. Stop fightin' me."

You exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering shut for a second. The battle inside you raged on, but damn it, standing here in his space, with him looking at you like that... it didn't feel like losing anymore.

Jey pulled back just enough to study your face.

You swallowed, the weight of your confession

sinking in. "You happy now? You won."

Jey reached out, brushing a thumb along your jawline, gently grazing his thumb over your cheek then your bottom lip, "I wasn't tryna win, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with something you weren't sure you were ready for. "I was tryna show you."

Your breath hitched. "Show me what?"

"That you safe with me... and I just wanna love on you." His eyes searched yours, and for the first time, you let yourself believe him—just a little.

Jey didn't give you time to run, to overthink, to build those walls back up. He stepped in closer, his warmth surrounding you, his touch gentle but firm as he cupped your face. His lips hovered just above yours, and for a moment, all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat hammering in your chest.

"Just let me love on you," he whispered again, his breath fanning against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Jey..." you started, but his thumb brushed against your cheek again, silencing whatever excuse you were about to muster.

"Nah, don't do that," he said softly, shaking his head, those dark eyes locked onto yours. "Don't run. Don't push me away. You came here tonight for a reason, right? So let this be it."

Your lip trembled under his touch, and the walls you had spent years building up started to crumble brick by brick. You hated how much power he had over you in this moment—but deep down, maybe you didn't hate it as much as you thought.

He leaned in closer until his forehead rested against yours. "I see you, ma," he murmured, the raw honesty in his voice nearly undoing you. "All of you. And I'm still here."

The tears that threatened before finally fell, sliding down your cheeks one after the other. Jey's thumb was there to catch them, his expression softening into something so gentle it made your chest ache.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment. Jey's words and actions were chipping away at the walls you had built up around yourself, making you feel vulnerable but also safe at the same time.

You couldn't deny that you wanted him too. You had been drawn to him since the first time you met him, but fear and past experiences had held you back. But now, with his arms around you and his lips so close to yours, all those doubts seemed to fade away.

Without opening your eyes, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. It was a gentle kiss at first, testing the waters, but quickly turned into something more passionate as Jey responded eagerly.

His hands moved from your face down to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

You melted into him, letting the kiss deepen, letting him pull you into something deeper than you were used to. His tongue slid against yours, teasing, tasting, like he was re-learning every part of you. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as if anchoring yourself to this moment—to him.

Jey pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his thumb tracing soft circles on your hip. "You feel that?" he murmured.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, and he smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple, then down to the curve of your jaw, taking his time.

"Lemme take care of you," he whispered, his lips brushing along the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a heat pooling low in your belly.

You swallowed hard, trying to resist the urge to pull him back down to your lips. "Jey... I don't—"

He hushed you gently, lips ghosting over your ear. "Nah, just feel me, baby. No more fightin'."

"I got you," he said, his voice low and reassuring as if those three words carried the weight of a promise he wasn't going to break. His hands never left you, grounding you as emotions you'd been too afraid to feel came rushing in like an unstoppable tide.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your fingers lightly brushing along the sharp line of his jaw. There was something in his eyes—something raw and unguarded, like he was baring a piece of himself only for you. It made your chest ache all over again, but not in the same way.

This ache was warm, hopeful, and terrifying all at once.

"You don't gotta say nothin'," he said softly, tilting his head just enough to press another searing kiss on the edge of your mouth—teasing and deliberate.

The control you thought you clung so tightly to slipped further away each second under Jey's hands and lips. He moved slow, tracing invisible paths across uncharted territories on your skin like a man memorizing every inch for eternity. His palms rested firmly against the curve of your ass before one hand slid up along the line of fabric near where it met bare skin.

"You worked hard makin' me wait this long," he murmured against you—a low rumble caught between patience slipping away and playful reproach—as if those walls you'd kept him at only made this moment sweeter for both of y'all now they'd come crashing down.

You let out a breathy laugh, the warmth of his touch muddling your already hazy mind. The alcohol still hummed through your veins, but it wasn't the reckless kind of drunk anymore. It was the slow-burn, tipsy kind that made everything feel heavier—his hands, his words, the weight of his body pressed against yours.

Your fingers slipped into the short curls at the nape of his neck, tugging just enough to earn a deep, satisfied hum from him. "You still talk too much," you murmured, your lips brushing against his.

Jey grinned against your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. "Nah, you just don't listen," he shot back, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue followed, soothing the sting.

The teasing should've made you roll your eyes, should've made you push him away like you usually did when things got too real. But tonight, you couldn't find it in yourself to put up the fight. The alcohol had chipped away at your defenses, and Jey? He was doing the rest.

His hands wandered, slipping beneath the hem of your dress, fingertips tracing along your thighs with a slow, deliberate touch that made your breath hitch. "You feelin' me now, huh?" he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a path of warmth that made your skin tingle.

You nodded, your grip on him tightening as he pressed you back against the wall, the cool surface a contrast to the heat building between you two. "Yeah," you breathed, your voice softer than you intended.

Jey pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning your face. "You good?" he asked, his tone softer now, a quiet reminder that he was still looking out for you even when things were heating up.

The tipsiness made it hard to focus, but you nodded again. "I'm good," you whispered, and you meant it.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips, and he kissed you again—deeper this time, more insistent. He moved against you like he had something to prove, like he needed you to understand that this wasn't just another night for him.

You whimpered into his mouth, and he swallowed it like he'd been waiting for it, his hands exploring, mapping you out inch by inch. The warmth of his palms left a trail of fire along your skin, and your body arched into him, craving more.

"Damn," he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

You licked your lips, tasting him there, and let your fingers slide down his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. "I know," you teased, the alcohol giving you just enough boldness to push him a little further.

Jey let out a low chuckle, but there was something darker beneath it—something hungrier. "Bet you do."

He lifted you with ease, carrying you to the couch before settling between your thighs, his lips trailing a path down your collarbone. The way he touched you was different tonight—slower, like he was savoring every second, every reaction.

Your head swam, half from the liquor and half from him. You felt lightheaded in the best way, drunk off the way he whispered your name against your skin, drunk off the way his hands knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to pull you under.

And for once, you let yourself fall.

"Mmm, Jey. I need a shower," he froze for a moment, the heat between you two interrupted but not extinguished. His laughter came low and warm, the deep timbre rolling through his chest as he leaned back to look at you. "A shower?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow like he wasn't sure if you were serious or just teasing him right back.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath and steady the pounding in your chest. "Yeah," you said with a little smirk, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip. "I feel sticky... and I know I still smell like the club."

Jey exhaled, his grip on your waist tightening just a little before he sat back, running a hand down his face with a lazy smirk. "You somethin' else, you know that?"

You grinned, tilting your head as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows. "What? You ain't tryna be up under me when I smell like tequila and bad decisions?"

His expression shifted—dark, playful, and something else that made your breath catch. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear, voice a low, teasing rasp. "Nah, 'cause if we get in that shower together... you ain't makin' it out."

A shiver ran down your spine, but you pushed him away playfully, laughing as you stumbled to your feet. "Boy, please. I'll be quick."

Jey sat back on the couch, watching you with an amused smile as you made your way toward the bathroom. "We'll see 'bout that," he called after you, shaking his head.

Once inside, you braced yourself against the sink, taking a deep breath. The reality of the night was settling in around the edges of your tipsy haze. Your reflection stared back at you—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and eyes that held a mix of emotions you weren't ready to unpack yet.

You sighed, reaching for the hem of your dress and slipping it over your head. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver as you turned on the water, letting the steam fill the small space.

The warm spray was a welcome relief, washing away the lingering scent of liquor, sweat, and the club. But no matter how hard you tried to clear your mind, thoughts of Jey crept back in—his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at you like he saw straight through every wall you tried to put up.

You weren't sure how long you stood under the water, lost in your thoughts, but a soft knock on the door snapped you out of it.

"You good in there, ma?" Jey's voice was muffled but close.

You swallowed, the sound of his voice sending a fresh wave of heat through you. "Yeah, I'm good," you called back, reaching for a towel.

There was a pause, then, "Hurry up. You owe me some quality time."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "I'll be out in a minute, Mr. Impatient."

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around you, and when you opened the door, Jey was sitting on the edge of his bed, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that same unreadable expression.

His eyes raked over you slowly, taking in the water droplets trailing down your skin, the way the towel hugged your curves. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

You stood there, your heart pounding in your chest, the warmth of the shower still clinging to your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Jey's gaze.

He sat there, his dark eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip, his fingers tapping against his arm like he was holding himself back.

"You tryna make me lose my patience, huh?" he finally said, his voice low and thick with something that sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed, gripping the edge of the towel tighter. "I don't know what you're talking about," you teased, but your voice wavered just a little, betraying you.

Jey let out a low laugh, the kind that reverberated all the way down your spine. He unfolded his arms and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he shook his head at you like you were up to no good. "Yeah, aight," he said, his voice dripping with mock disbelief.

"You don't know..." He trailed off, standing slowly and taking deliberate steps toward you.

Jey smirked, shaking his head slowly. Instinctively, you backed up until you felt the cool wall against your damp skin.

Your pulse quickened as he closed the space between you two, stopping just short of touching you. His hands found their place on either side of you, boxing you in. His eyes never left yours, and the way they burned into you made it hard to breathe.

You wanted to say something smart, something to keep this game going, but you were done fighting it. You were done fighting him.

Instead, you released your towel. Letting it fall to the floor, pool at your feet.

Jey's breath hitched, his jaw tightening as his eyes raked over you, a slow, deliberate sweep that felt as if it could set your skin ablaze.

"Say it," he murmured, his hand reaching to brush over your exposed hip, the warmth of his touch warming you. "Say you want me."

You looked up at him, eyes searching his face, and for once, you didn't hesitate. "I want you, Joshua," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "All of you."

That was all he needed.

His lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding, stealing the air from your lungs as his hands found purchase on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You moaned against his mouth, nails dragging down his back as he walked you backward until your knees hit the bed. He pressed you down onto the mattress, hovering over you with a look that was nothing short of predatory.

"You don't know what you just started, baby," he murmured, his breath fanning over your skin.

"I can handle it," you challenged, arching beneath him, and the deep chuckle he let out made your core tighten in anticipation.

Jey's lips trailed a slow path down your neck, his beard scratching deliciously against your skin as he took his time exploring every inch of you.

His hands, large and warm, gripped your thighs, spreading you open for him as he settled between them, his eyes dark and hungry.

He paused just above where you wanted him most, his breath hot against your skin. "You worked for this," he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and reverence. "Now lemme give you what you earned, ma."

Before you could even respond, his mouth closed over your center, tongue flicking and teasing as he expertly brought you closer to the edge. You moaned and writhed under him, gripping the sheets tightly as he relentlessly pleasured you.

Jey's hands roamed over your body, one hand sliding up to squeeze and play with your breast while the other gripped your thigh, pulling it higher to give him better access.

You gasped and whimpered as Jey's tongue worked its magic, your hands tangling in his hair as you arched your back off the bed. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every inch of your body.

His eyes never left yours, watching intently as you unravelled beneath him. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and need, only fueled the fire inside you.

As his mouth continued its assault on your core, his fingers joined in, sliding into you easily as he curled them just right to hit that spot inside of you. You gasped and arched off the bed, your entire body tensing as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Jey's movements became more urgent, his tongue swirling faster and his fingers pumping harder. And just as you were about to fall over that edge, he pulled away.

You let out a frustrated groan, but before you could even protest, Jey was crawling back up your body, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and it only added to the intense desire coursing through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he settled between your legs once again.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered against your lips, his thumb circling your clit and making you shiver with pleasure.

"I want you inside me," you gasped, desperate for that release.

Jey didn't waste any time removing his gray sweats, his hardened length springing free and pressing against your entrance. Without any hesitation, he pushed into you, filling you up completely.

You moaned loudly, your nails digging into Jey's back as he began to move inside of you. His pace was slow and deliberate, his hips grinding against yours in a perfect rhythm that had you seeing stars.

"Damn, baby," Jey groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he continued to thrust into you. "You feel so good."

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and Jey's grunts as he moved inside you, his hands gripping your hips and guiding your movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you both chased that release.

Each thrust felt better than the last, driving you higher and higher until you felt yourself teetering on the edge again. "Jey, I'm c-close," you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Without saying a word, Jey reached down and began to rub your clit with his thumb, pushing you over the edge and into a mind-blowing orgasm. You cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you, your body shaking and trembling under him.

Jey continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm before he pulled out of you. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he just smirked and rolled you onto your stomach, flipping you over.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Jey grabbed your hips and pulled you up. Your ass perfectly arched in the air just for him.

Jey's eyes were dark with lust as he positioned himself behind you. With one hand firmly gripping your hip, he guided his hardened length back into you, causing you to gasp and moan.

He started off slow, his thrusts deep and deliberate as he took in the sight of you. Your head was turned towards him, your eyes locked on each other as he continued to move inside of you.

"God, you look so fuckin' beautiful like this," Jey groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as his pace quickened.

You couldn't help but let out a string of moans and curses as Jey pounded into you from behind. Every thrust hit just the right spot, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

You could feel yourself getting close again, but this time Jey slowed down. He gently wrapped his hand around the front your neck, not applying any pressure but holding onto you tightly. He gently tugged me backwards, pulling my back flush against his chest.

The sudden change in position caught you off guard, a shiver running through your spine as he pressed his body against yours. His breath was hot against your ear, sending delicious chills coursing through every nerve ending.

"I want you to feel everything," he whispered, the heat of his voice enveloping you like a warm blanket. With each slow thrust, he rocked your body against his, leaving no space between you. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the fullness igniting a fire deep within.

"Josh," you breathed, feeling a mix of urgency and euphoric need. Each thrust became a tantalizing tease, skillfully balancing between pleasure and restraint. You craved more; the delicious friction and the rhythm of his movements were intoxicating.

He tightened his grip, the pressure around your neck sending jolts of adrenaline through you, heightening the sensation. There was something primal in this connection, something that made every fiber of your being scream for release. Still, Jey held back just enough to keep you on that edge.

"You like this, baby?" he murmured, nudging his nose against your neck as if to breathe in all of you, savoring the moment.

"God yes," you gasped out, pushing back against him insistently while trying to control the urgency building within you.

With an animalistic growl, Jey resumed his pace—harder now, each thrust echoing in the room as he took you with an urgency that made your heart race.

His other hand slowly found it's way to her stomach, pressing down firmly, anchoring you against him.

The way he claimed you, both physically and emotionally, felt electric, sparking a wild abandon that coursed through every inch of your body.

His fingers slid lower, teasingly exploring with a deliberate slowness that drove you to desperation. You arched into his touch as desire coiled tighter within you, threatening to shatter the delicate balance that held you on this precarious edge of ecstasy.

His other hand still held onto your neck, but now it was with a gentle pressure that made you feel safe and secure.

When he finally brushed against your throbbing clit, a jolt of electricity shot through your body. Your body jerked, and your walls clenched around him as he picked up speed, thrusting in and out of you with expert precision.

Jey's fingers continued to dance over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. He expertly alternated between soft caresses and firmer strokes, his movements perfectly in sync with each thrust of his hips.

You were so close now, the fire within you raging out of control. Jey's grip on your neck tightened, and you knew it was time for him to push you over the edge. His hand on your neck moved to your chin to turn your face to his. "Look at me, mama."

You opened your eyes to meet his intense gaze, feeling a connection that went beyond the physical. Jey's eyes were filled with a fierce possessiveness and something else, something vulnerable that made your heart ache.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a scorching kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his fingers continued their dance over your clit. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge.

Jey pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still locked with yours as he quickened his pace. Every thrust seemed to hit that perfect spot inside of you, sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

With each thrust, you felt the world around you begin to fade, the heat of the moment consuming everything else—every doubt, every fear. This was different–different from all the sexual encounters.

It was just you and Jey, intertwined in a rhythm that felt primal and eternal. Your body responded wildly, instinctively clenching around him, urging him deeper as you surrendered entirely to the sensation.

His breath quickened, urgency radiating from him like an electric charge that sparked through the air between your bodies. "That's it," he murmured, his voice husky and low, igniting a fire inside you that burned brighter with each breath you took. "You're so perfect like this. Just for me."

The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine. You could barely articulate a response; all that emerged was a soft whimper that filled the space between you with raw need. He was pulling every reaction from deep within you, teasing at the brink of madness until your thighs trembled with anticipation.

"Let go for me, baby" he urged, his fingers never relenting their claim on your clit, their movement an intoxicating blend of insistence and pleasure. "I promise, I got you."

The world tilted as you felt yourself spiraling further into ecstasy, teetering on a precipice where reality blurred with sheer bliss.

Your breath hitched, eyes watered as the promise in his voice echoed insistently, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

You closed your eyes, and let one of your hands reach back to hold the back of the nape of his neck. Your fingers threading through his soft curls of his messy mullet. Anchoring yourself as your climax erupted within you. Instantly coming undone in his arms, holding your breath as your body shook against his.

"Mmm, breathe for me baby," he coaxed, his tone dripping with affection and fervor.

He kept moving inside of you, riding out your orgasm until it slowly subsided. The room was filled with heavy breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin as Jey continued to thrust into you, prolonging both of your pleasure.

Finally, he stilled and released a deep groan, his own release washing over him like a tidal wave. You felt it pulse through him, intimate and electric, filling the spaces where you had shared your pleasure moments before. Your bodies entwined, both of you were caught in the afterglow, panting softly as the last vestiges of bliss danced around you.

When you opened your eyes, they instantly met his.

His gaze was filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter, an unspoken promise that lingered in the air between you. You could see the way his pupils were still dilated, reflecting every flicker of light as if the very stars in the universe had chosen to take residence within them.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble, surprisingly tender after such a wild crescendo. He brushed a strand of hair away from your damp forehead, as if you were made of porcelain and he was terrified of breaking you.

With a shy smile still plastered on your lips, you nodded slightly.

The vulnerability of the moment enveloped you both like a thick blanket, binding your hearts in ways words could never articulate. You were breathless and yet fully alive—an exhilarating paradox that left you craving more than just physical entwining.

He gently caressed your cheek, before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

The kiss lingered, slow and deliberate, as if he were tracing constellations on the map of your skin. Your heart raced anew, each beat echoing in sync with the intimacy unfurling between you. You could feel the weight of his body against yours, the warmth radiating from him a contrast to the cool air swirling around the room.

"Stay with me," he murmured between soft kisses, each one more tender than the last. The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that existed in that moment—made your insides flutter like the wings of a trapped butterfly desperate for freedom.

"I'm not going anywhere," you breathed, surprised by how sincere your voice sounded. It was true, in that moment, nestled amid damp sheets and scattered clothes, you felt seen like never before. Every fear, every insecurity melted away under the glow of his affection.

Jey slowly removed his body from mine, before shifting us to lay in his bed. He pulled you close to him. His fingers danced lightly up and down your spine, sending shivers down your body. You hugged him tighter, wanting to stay in this moment

Eventually the heavy silence and your liquor induced state, caused you to fall into a deep slumber.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the sheets tangled around your legs. The scent of him lingered in the air—his cologne, his skin, the heat from last night still clinging to every inch of you.

Your body ached in the best way possible, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as you turned over, only to find Jey already awake, leaning back against the headboard, watching you with a soft smirk.

His gaze was warm and inviting, like a cocoon that wrapped around you, banishing the remnants of sleep from your consciousness. You blinked against the light filtering in, momentarily disoriented by the aftermath of last night's consuming encounters.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he teased, his voice like honey, smooth and sweet. You could see an unruly tuft of hair sticking up at odd angles, giving him an endearing quality that sent your heart fluttering anew.

"Morning," you replied, your voice still gravelly from slumber. You propped yourself up on one elbow, taking a moment to appreciate the way the light danced upon his skin, highlighting the contours of his arms and chest. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to enjoy the view," he chuckled softly, gesturing toward you with a playful glint in his eyes. The warmth flooded your cheeks as you stole a glance at your own disheveled appearance—a mess of wild hair and remnants of last night's revelry.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you pulled the sheet up a little higher over your chest, suddenly feeling exposed—not because of your body, but because of the way Jey was looking at you. Like he saw you.

Like he wanted to memorize everything about this moment.

"You always this smooth in the morning?" you teased, trying to keep things light, but your voice betrayed you, a softness woven through the words that hadn't been there before.

Jey smirked, but there was something deeper behind it, something more careful. "Nah," he murmured, reaching over to tuck a stray curl behind your ear. "Only when I wake up next to you."

Your breath caught, your fingers twisting into the sheet as you tried to ignore the way your heart threatened to betray you, beating just a little too fast. You should've expected this—Jey was a flirt, a charmer, but this didn't feel like smooth talk. This felt like the truth, slipping out before he could think to stop it.

You chewed on your bottom lip, hesitating for a second before finally saying what had been lingering in the back of your mind since last night. "This feels... different," you admitted softly, your eyes flickering to his before glancing away, suddenly shy under his gaze. "Like, more than just a moment."

Jey didn't answer right away, and for a second, you wondered if you'd just made a mistake, if you'd read too much into this, but then you felt his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your thigh beneath the covers. Grounding you. Holding you there with him.

"It is," he finally said, his voice low, sure. "Ain't just a moment anymore, baby. Not for me."

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "You mean that?"

Jey exhaled, shifting so that he was closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him against your skin. His hand slid up, fingers tracing over your arm, up to your jaw, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him.

"I ain't the kinda man to say somethin' I don't mean," he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a way that made your breath hitch. "I know you ain't used to this. Ain't used to bein' put first, bein' cared for the way you supposed to be. But I need you to hear me when I say—I'ma love you the way you deserve. The way you ain't never had before."

Your chest tightened at his words, emotion swelling in your throat so thick you almost couldn't breathe. How did he always know exactly what to say? How did he always know how to make you feel seen in ways no one else had?

"You sure about that?" you whispered, half-teasing, half-testing, but your voice trembled slightly, betraying the weight of your feelings.

Jey's lips curved into the softest smile, his eyes warm, reassuring. "More sure than I ever been about anything."

The tenderness in his voice, the certainty in his touch—it undid you.

You leaned in without thinking, pressing your forehead against his, letting your fingers find their way into his wild curls. His scent surrounded you, a mix of skin and cologne, familiar and intoxicating.

"You really mean that?" you asked again, quieter this time, afraid to believe it, but wanting to so damn bad.

Jey tilted his head, pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips, a slow, lingering thing that spoke more than words ever could. "Yeah, baby," he murmured against your mouth. "I mean it. Every word."

You melted into him, into the promise between you, letting yourself believe, just this once, that maybe—just maybe—this could be something real.

Six Months Later

The golden glow of the evening sun bathed the backyard in warm hues, casting long shadows across the patio as laughter filled the air. The scent of grilled food mixed with the sweet floral breeze, wrapping around you like a soft embrace. It was one of those perfect summer nights—the kind where everything felt light, easy.

You sat curled up in one of the patio chairs, watching Jey from across the yard as he helped Jon at the grill, his deep laughter rolling through the space, rich and unguarded. The sight of him like this—happy, content—made something deep inside you ache in the best way.

It had been six months since that morning in his bed, six months of letting yourself fall, letting yourself be loved the way he swore he would love you. And true to his word, Jey had given you exactly what he promised.

Love, patience, tenderness—all the things you hadn't realized you needed until he gave them so freely.

"You're smiling," Trin's voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned to find her sitting beside you, her legs tucked beneath her, a knowing smirk playing at her lips.

"Am I?" you asked, feigning innocence, but the warmth on your face betrayed you.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, sipping her drink. "I knew you caught feelings for my brother-in-law a long time ago. Took your stubborn ass long enough to admit it."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I wasn't stubborn, I was... cautious."

Trin gave you a deadpan look. "Nah, girl. You were stubborn. But I'm glad you finally got out of your own way. He loves you."

The certainty in her voice made your heart skip, and your gaze found Jey again.

 He caught you staring, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his lips as he winked, his gold bottom row of his grillz glistening in that way that always made your stomach flip.

The certainty in her voice made your heart skip, and your gaze found Jey again. He caught you staring, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his lips as he winked, his dimples deepening in that way that always made your stomach flip.

Your chest swelled. "I love him too," you admitted softly, and it was the first time you'd said it out loud to anyone but him. 

Trin grinned, nudging you playfully. "Yeah, I know. You look at him like he hung the damn moon."

Before you could respond, Jon sauntered over, a mischievous glint in his eye as he dramatically wiped his hands on a towel. "Aight, lovebirds," he drawled, shooting a look between you and Jey. "Y'all makin' me sick with all this eye-fuckin' across the yard. Either go get a room or help me get these plates out."

Trin smacked his arm. "Jon, shut up."

Jey walked up just in time to hear the exchange, slinging an arm around Jon's shoulder. "Nah, let him talk, Trin," he said, smirking. "I do be makin' her weak, though."

You rolled your eyes as Trin groaned, and Jon cackled, shaking Jey off him. "Man, y'all disgust me. I'm tryin' to eat."

Jey ignored his twin and pulled you into his arms instead, his lips ghosting over your temple as he whispered, "You good, baby?"

You silently nodded your head, before he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.  Shortly after,  we all helped Jon set up the table before sitting down. 

Dinner was a lively affair, with Jon cracking jokes and Trin teasing you and Jey. The comfortable banter between everyone made you feel like you were truly part of the family now.

As the night wound down, you and Jey sat outside by the fire pit cuddled up in a huge lawn chair, talking about everything and nothing.

"You still with me, ma?" Jey's voice was low, teasing, as his fingers gently traced absentminded patterns along your thigh.

You blinked, realizing you'd been staring. "Yeah," you murmured, smiling softly. "Just thinking."

"'Bout what?"

You exhaled, leaning into his warmth. "How good this feels." 

Jey studied you for a second, then pulled you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "Ain't gotta think too hard, baby," he murmured. "Just feel it."

As the conversations carried on, you found yourself resting your head against his shoulder, the steady rise and fall of his breath grounding you in the moment.

Jey tilted his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your hair. "You happy?" he asked, voice low, meant just for you.

You turned your head just enough to meet his eyes—those same eyes that had promised you something real all those months ago. 

And now, here you were, living it.

A slow smile spread across your lips, your heart swelling in the space only he had ever managed to fill.

"Yeah," you whispered, threading your fingers tighter through his. "I am."

Jey exhaled, his forehead resting against yours for just a second before he smiled against your skin. "Good. 'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere, baby."

And you knew, without a doubt, that he never would.

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Cognac Queen

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THE CLUB—WHERE IT ALL STARTED

The bass thumped through the club, a deep, vibrating pulse that settled in your chest as you stepped inside. The air was thick with the scent of liquor, perfume, and sweat, bodies moving in sync with the music under the dim, flashing lights.

And then there was him.

Jey was already there, posted up near the bar with Jon and Trin, his dark eyes catching yours the second you walked in. He didn't flinch, didn't move—he just stood there, watching. His lips curled into the faintest smirk, the kind that always made your skin heat up in ways you hated to admit.

But tonight? Tonight, you weren't going to make it easy for him.

You made sure of it when you slipped into that dress—the one that left little to the imagination. The black fabric hugged your body like a second skin, the plunging neckline teasing just enough, and the slit up the side showing off your legs every time you took a step.

Your heels clicked against the floor as you walked past him without a second glance, pretending like you didn't notice the way his eyes darkened, the way his jaw clenched so tight you thought it might snap.

Jon, who had been mid-sip of his drink, almost choked, nudging Jey with a low chuckle. "Damn, bro... you good?"

Jey didn't answer. He just dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, eyes flicking over you slowly, deliberately. "Yeah, I'm good," he muttered, though the way his grip tightened around his glass said otherwise.

Trin shot you a look when you reached her, shaking her head with a grin. "Oh, you on some bullshit tonight, huh?"

You shrugged, lips curving in amusement. "What? Just having fun."

Trin glanced back at Jey, who was still watching, his gaze heavy enough that you felt it even from across the room. "Yeah, well, whatever game y'all playin', you better watch it. He looks like he ready to risk it all."

You took a sip of your drink, letting the cold burn of tequila settle in your chest. "Good."

For the next hour, the game was on

Jey didn't approach you, and you didn't go to him either.

Instead, you danced, laughed, and ignored the magnetic pull that always existed between you two. But every time you looked up, there he was, standing with his arms crossed, those thick tattoos on full display under the flashing club lights, his gold chain glinting every time he shifted.

But you weren't the only one who noticed.

Some random dude sidled up next to you, too close for your liking, his breath heavy with alcohol as he leaned in. "Yo, ma, you lookin' real good tonight. Lemme buy you a drink or somethin'?"

You barely spared him a glance, offering a polite but firm, "I'm good, thanks."

But the guy didn't back down. His hand brushed your arm, and before you could say anything, a familiar presence pressed up behind you.

The heat from Jey's body was instant, his hand landing possessively on your hip as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

"She said she good," Jey's voice was low, dangerous, and laced with something that sent a shiver down your spine. "Move on, bruh."

The guy held up his hands in mock surrender, mumbling something under his breath before disappearing into the crowd.

You turned in Jey's grip, meeting his intense gaze head-on. His hand stayed on your hip, fingers flexing against the fabric of your dress like he was fighting the urge to pull you closer. His jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a firm line, but his eyes... those eyes told you everything. He was barely holding it together.

"You jealous, Fatu?" you teased, arching a brow.

Jey's lips twitched, but he didn't take the bait. Instead, he leaned in closer, his voice a husky whisper against your skin. "Nah, I just ain't lettin' nobody touch what's already mine."

Your breath hitched, but you quickly masked it with a smirk, stepping back just enough to put some space between you. "Yours? Funny... last I checked, this was just a 'thing,' right?"

Jey studied you, his eyes dark and hooded. "Yeah... we'll see about that."

Jon, who had been watching from the side, finally stepped in, laughing as he clapped a hand on Jey's shoulder. "Man, I dunno what y'all got goin' on, but it's gettin' real entertaining."

Trin laughed, shaking her head. "Just leave 'em be, Jon. They're both stubborn as hell."

You rolled your eyes and turned to grab your drink, feeling the way Jey's gaze lingered on you like a brand.

This game was far from over..

The tequila was hitting harder than you expected, the warmth spreading through your limbs as you leaned against the bar, nursing another drink. The tension between you and Jey had only thickened as the night went on, the cat-and-mouse game escalating with every stolen glance, every brush of skin when he walked past you just close enough to make you crave more.

You weren't backing down, though. Neither was he.

But the liquor had a way of making things...messy.

Jey had been watching you all night, and finally, he made his move—not by touching you, but by standing next to you at the bar, close enough that his cologne wrapped around you like a second skin. That same deep, woodsy scent you knew too well, the one that clung to your sheets long after he left.

"You having fun?" His voice was low, laced with something unreadable.

You took a slow sip of your drink, not bothering to look at him. "I'm great."

Jey huffed a laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Yeah... you keep actin' like this some kinda game."

Finally, you turned to face him, blinking up at him through the slight haze of alcohol. "Isn't it?"

Something flickered in his eyes, something darker. He leaned in, his breath warm against your temple as he spoke, low and deliberate. "Nah, not to me. Not anymore."

You froze, fingers tightening around your glass. The way he said it—calm but serious—made your chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol coursing through your veins.

"Jey—"

"You don't get it, do you?" he interrupted, his eyes locked onto yours. "I ain't just some dude you can call when you feel like it. I ain't just here for the fun."

You swallowed hard, trying to shake off the sudden vulnerability creeping in. "We had an agreement," you reminded him, but your voice wasn't as steady as you wanted it to be.

Jey tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Yeah? And how's that been workin' out for you?"

You hated how much the question stung. Because the truth was, it wasn't working. Not really. Not when you caught yourself thinking about him more than you should, not when you missed him when he wasn't around, and definitely not when you couldn't even look at another man without comparing him to Jey.

You were too tipsy to hide it, and Jey was too damn perceptive not to notice.

"You ain't sayin' nothin' now, huh?" he said, lips twitching into that smug, knowing smirk that made you want to both kiss him and slap him at the same time.

"You think you got me all figured out, huh?" you shot back, trying to regain some ground.

Jey shrugged, but his gaze never left yours. "Nah, I just know you fightin' somethin' that's already there."

You scoffed, shaking your head. "You're full of shit."

Jey stepped even closer, his fingers brushing against your waist, making your pulse skyrocket. "Maybe. But I'm real about you."

Your heart thudded against your ribs, the liquor amplifying every emotion, making it harder to keep your walls up.

"You don't know what you're asking for," you muttered, more to yourself than him.

Jey's eyes softened just enough to make your chest ache. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice quieter now. "And I ain't lettin' up, ma. Not until you stop fightin' me'."

You felt your throat tighten, blinking rapidly to keep the heat behind your eyes at bay. Damn tequila. Damn Jey.

Before you could say anything, Trin appeared, sensing the tension and pulling you away with a knowing look. "C'mon girl, let's hit the dance floor. You need a distraction."

You let her drag you away, but not before casting one last glance at Jey. He stood there, watching you, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something that scared you more than you wanted to admit.

Want. Need. Maybe even love.

And that? That was dangerous.

Because for the first time in a long time, you weren't sure if you could keep playing this game without losing yourself in him completely.

HIS PLACE

The night had gotten away from you. Somewhere between the last shot Trin handed you and the music pulsing through your veins, you found yourself outside Jey's front door.

He had left the club before you, and you swore you weren't going to follow. But here you were, swaying slightly in your heels, the cool night air doing little to sober you up.

You were drunk—drunker than you'd been in a while.

Your fist connected with the door, a little harder than you intended.

Nothing.

"Open the damn door, Joshua," you muttered, knocking again.

You weren't sure how long you stood there before the door finally swung open, revealing Jey in a pair of gray sweats and no shirt, his tribal tattoos flexing with every breath he took.

His brows lifted in surprise, but his lips? They curled into something that looked like...triumph.

"You lost?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You blinked up at him, the alcohol making your brain sluggish, but the words were sitting right there, right on the tip of your tongue. "Shut up," you muttered, stumbling slightly as you pushed past him into the house.

Jey sighed, shutting the door behind you. "You drunk as hell, huh?"

You turned to face him, your eyes hazy but locked on his. "Yeah, and?"

He studied you for a long moment, the teasing glint in his eyes fading into something softer. "You could've gone home."

You swallowed, crossing your arms defensively. "I didn't want to."

Jey took a step closer, his presence swallowing the space between you two. "Why not?"

You licked your lips, feeling the words pushing against your chest, desperate to come out.

The liquor had melted down your walls, left you feeling raw and exposed. And maybe, just maybe, you were too tired to keep running from the truth.

You exhaled shakily. "You wanna know why I act like this?" you asked, your voice quieter now, laced with something vulnerable that made Jey's expression tighten.

Jey didn't say anything at first, just watched you with those piercing eyes that felt like they could see straight through every layer you hid behind. He stayed quiet, giving you space, but his silence was heavy, urging you on in a way that no words ever could.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself.

"I act like this... because... because every time I get close to someone... they leave. Or they disappoint me. Or they hurt me." Your voice cracked, and you hated how weak it sounded. "So I don't let it get that far anymore."

Jey's jaw ticked, but he didn't interrupt. He just let you talk.

"I keep things simple, keep it fun... so it doesn't hurt when it ends. 'Cause it always ends, Jey." You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. "And you? You mess with that. You—"

Jey stepped in, so close you could smell the lingering scent of his body wash, the faintest hint of cologne from earlier. "I what?"

"You make me want more," you whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. "And that scares the hell out of me."

The silence between you two stretched thick and heavy. You felt like an exposed nerve, and the way Jey was looking at you didn't help.

"Look at me," he said softly, tilting your chin up with his fingers, forcing your gaze to his. "I ain't them. I ain't ever gonna be like them."

Your eyes watered slightly, the alcohol making your emotions swirl dangerously close to the surface. "You say that now..."

"I mean it," Jey cut in, his thumb brushing over your jaw in a way that made your heart stutter. "I ain't lettin' you go, ma. You hear me?"

You swallowed hard, trying to find something—anything—to say. But before you could, Jey's lips ghosted over your forehead, pressing a lingering kiss there that made your knees weak.

"You want me?" he murmured against your skin. "Then stop fightin' it. Stop fightin' me."

You exhaled shakily, eyes fluttering shut for a second. The battle inside you raged on, but damn it, standing here in his space, with him looking at you like that... it didn't feel like losing anymore.

Jey pulled back just enough to study your face.

You swallowed, the weight of your confession

sinking in. "You happy now? You won."

Jey reached out, brushing a thumb along your jawline, gently grazing his thumb over your cheek then your bottom lip, "I wasn't tryna win, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with something you weren't sure you were ready for. "I was tryna show you."

Your breath hitched. "Show me what?"

"That you safe with me... and I just wanna love on you." His eyes searched yours, and for the first time, you let yourself believe him—just a little.

Jey didn't give you time to run, to overthink, to build those walls back up. He stepped in closer, his warmth surrounding you, his touch gentle but firm as he cupped your face. His lips hovered just above yours, and for a moment, all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat hammering in your chest.

"Just let me love on you," he whispered again, his breath fanning against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Jey..." you started, but his thumb brushed against your cheek again, silencing whatever excuse you were about to muster.

"Nah, don't do that," he said softly, shaking his head, those dark eyes locked onto yours. "Don't run. Don't push me away. You came here tonight for a reason, right? So let this be it."

Your lip trembled under his touch, and the walls you had spent years building up started to crumble brick by brick. You hated how much power he had over you in this moment—but deep down, maybe you didn't hate it as much as you thought.

He leaned in closer until his forehead rested against yours. "I see you, ma," he murmured, the raw honesty in his voice nearly undoing you. "All of you. And I'm still here."

The tears that threatened before finally fell, sliding down your cheeks one after the other. Jey's thumb was there to catch them, his expression softening into something so gentle it made your chest ache.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to the moment. Jey's words and actions were chipping away at the walls you had built up around yourself, making you feel vulnerable but also safe at the same time.

You couldn't deny that you wanted him too. You had been drawn to him since the first time you met him, but fear and past experiences had held you back. But now, with his arms around you and his lips so close to yours, all those doubts seemed to fade away.

Without opening your eyes, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. It was a gentle kiss at first, testing the waters, but quickly turned into something more passionate as Jey responded eagerly.

His hands moved from your face down to your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

You melted into him, letting the kiss deepen, letting him pull you into something deeper than you were used to. His tongue slid against yours, teasing, tasting, like he was re-learning every part of you. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as if anchoring yourself to this moment—to him.

Jey pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his thumb tracing soft circles on your hip. "You feel that?" he murmured.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, and he smirked, pressing a kiss to your temple, then down to the curve of your jaw, taking his time.

"Lemme take care of you," he whispered, his lips brushing along the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a heat pooling low in your belly.

You swallowed hard, trying to resist the urge to pull him back down to your lips. "Jey... I don't—"

He hushed you gently, lips ghosting over your ear. "Nah, just feel me, baby. No more fightin'."

"I got you," he said, his voice low and reassuring as if those three words carried the weight of a promise he wasn't going to break. His hands never left you, grounding you as emotions you'd been too afraid to feel came rushing in like an unstoppable tide.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your fingers lightly brushing along the sharp line of his jaw. There was something in his eyes—something raw and unguarded, like he was baring a piece of himself only for you. It made your chest ache all over again, but not in the same way.

This ache was warm, hopeful, and terrifying all at once.

"You don't gotta say nothin'," he said softly, tilting his head just enough to press another searing kiss on the edge of your mouth—teasing and deliberate.

The control you thought you clung so tightly to slipped further away each second under Jey's hands and lips. He moved slow, tracing invisible paths across uncharted territories on your skin like a man memorizing every inch for eternity. His palms rested firmly against the curve of your ass before one hand slid up along the line of fabric near where it met bare skin.

"You worked hard makin' me wait this long," he murmured against you—a low rumble caught between patience slipping away and playful reproach—as if those walls you'd kept him at only made this moment sweeter for both of y'all now they'd come crashing down.

You let out a breathy laugh, the warmth of his touch muddling your already hazy mind. The alcohol still hummed through your veins, but it wasn't the reckless kind of drunk anymore. It was the slow-burn, tipsy kind that made everything feel heavier—his hands, his words, the weight of his body pressed against yours.

Your fingers slipped into the short curls at the nape of his neck, tugging just enough to earn a deep, satisfied hum from him. "You still talk too much," you murmured, your lips brushing against his.

Jey grinned against your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. "Nah, you just don't listen," he shot back, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before his tongue followed, soothing the sting.

The teasing should've made you roll your eyes, should've made you push him away like you usually did when things got too real. But tonight, you couldn't find it in yourself to put up the fight. The alcohol had chipped away at your defenses, and Jey? He was doing the rest.

His hands wandered, slipping beneath the hem of your dress, fingertips tracing along your thighs with a slow, deliberate touch that made your breath hitch. "You feelin' me now, huh?" he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a path of warmth that made your skin tingle.

You nodded, your grip on him tightening as he pressed you back against the wall, the cool surface a contrast to the heat building between you two. "Yeah," you breathed, your voice softer than you intended.

Jey pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning your face. "You good?" he asked, his tone softer now, a quiet reminder that he was still looking out for you even when things were heating up.

The tipsiness made it hard to focus, but you nodded again. "I'm good," you whispered, and you meant it.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips, and he kissed you again—deeper this time, more insistent. He moved against you like he had something to prove, like he needed you to understand that this wasn't just another night for him.

You whimpered into his mouth, and he swallowed it like he'd been waiting for it, his hands exploring, mapping you out inch by inch. The warmth of his palms left a trail of fire along your skin, and your body arched into him, craving more.

"Damn," he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

You licked your lips, tasting him there, and let your fingers slide down his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. "I know," you teased, the alcohol giving you just enough boldness to push him a little further.

Jey let out a low chuckle, but there was something darker beneath it—something hungrier. "Bet you do."

He lifted you with ease, carrying you to the couch before settling between your thighs, his lips trailing a path down your collarbone. The way he touched you was different tonight—slower, like he was savoring every second, every reaction.

Your head swam, half from the liquor and half from him. You felt lightheaded in the best way, drunk off the way he whispered your name against your skin, drunk off the way his hands knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to pull you under.

And for once, you let yourself fall.

"Mmm, Jey. I need a shower," he froze for a moment, the heat between you two interrupted but not extinguished. His laughter came low and warm, the deep timbre rolling through his chest as he leaned back to look at you. "A shower?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow like he wasn't sure if you were serious or just teasing him right back.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath and steady the pounding in your chest. "Yeah," you said with a little smirk, brushing a thumb over his bottom lip. "I feel sticky... and I know I still smell like the club."

Jey exhaled, his grip on your waist tightening just a little before he sat back, running a hand down his face with a lazy smirk. "You somethin' else, you know that?"

You grinned, tilting your head as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows. "What? You ain't tryna be up under me when I smell like tequila and bad decisions?"

His expression shifted—dark, playful, and something else that made your breath catch. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear, voice a low, teasing rasp. "Nah, 'cause if we get in that shower together... you ain't makin' it out."

A shiver ran down your spine, but you pushed him away playfully, laughing as you stumbled to your feet. "Boy, please. I'll be quick."

Jey sat back on the couch, watching you with an amused smile as you made your way toward the bathroom. "We'll see 'bout that," he called after you, shaking his head.

Once inside, you braced yourself against the sink, taking a deep breath. The reality of the night was settling in around the edges of your tipsy haze. Your reflection stared back at you—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and eyes that held a mix of emotions you weren't ready to unpack yet.

You sighed, reaching for the hem of your dress and slipping it over your head. The cool air hit your skin, making you shiver as you turned on the water, letting the steam fill the small space.

The warm spray was a welcome relief, washing away the lingering scent of liquor, sweat, and the club. But no matter how hard you tried to clear your mind, thoughts of Jey crept back in—his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at you like he saw straight through every wall you tried to put up.

You weren't sure how long you stood under the water, lost in your thoughts, but a soft knock on the door snapped you out of it.

"You good in there, ma?" Jey's voice was muffled but close.

You swallowed, the sound of his voice sending a fresh wave of heat through you. "Yeah, I'm good," you called back, reaching for a towel.

There was a pause, then, "Hurry up. You owe me some quality time."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "I'll be out in a minute, Mr. Impatient."

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around you, and when you opened the door, Jey was sitting on the edge of his bed, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that same unreadable expression.

His eyes raked over you slowly, taking in the water droplets trailing down your skin, the way the towel hugged your curves. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

You stood there, your heart pounding in your chest, the warmth of the shower still clinging to your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Jey's gaze.

He sat there, his dark eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip, his fingers tapping against his arm like he was holding himself back.

"You tryna make me lose my patience, huh?" he finally said, his voice low and thick with something that sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed, gripping the edge of the towel tighter. "I don't know what you're talking about," you teased, but your voice wavered just a little, betraying you.

Jey let out a low laugh, the kind that reverberated all the way down your spine. He unfolded his arms and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he shook his head at you like you were up to no good. "Yeah, aight," he said, his voice dripping with mock disbelief.

"You don't know..." He trailed off, standing slowly and taking deliberate steps toward you.

Jey smirked, shaking his head slowly. Instinctively, you backed up until you felt the cool wall against your damp skin.

Your pulse quickened as he closed the space between you two, stopping just short of touching you. His hands found their place on either side of you, boxing you in. His eyes never left yours, and the way they burned into you made it hard to breathe.

You wanted to say something smart, something to keep this game going, but you were done fighting it. You were done fighting him.

Instead, you released your towel. Letting it fall to the floor, pool at your feet.

Jey's breath hitched, his jaw tightening as his eyes raked over you, a slow, deliberate sweep that felt as if it could set your skin ablaze.

"Say it," he murmured, his hand reaching to brush over your exposed hip, the warmth of his touch warming you. "Say you want me."

You looked up at him, eyes searching his face, and for once, you didn't hesitate. "I want you, Joshua," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "All of you."

That was all he needed.

His lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding, stealing the air from your lungs as his hands found purchase on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You moaned against his mouth, nails dragging down his back as he walked you backward until your knees hit the bed. He pressed you down onto the mattress, hovering over you with a look that was nothing short of predatory.

"You don't know what you just started, baby," he murmured, his breath fanning over your skin.

"I can handle it," you challenged, arching beneath him, and the deep chuckle he let out made your core tighten in anticipation.

Jey's lips trailed a slow path down your neck, his beard scratching deliciously against your skin as he took his time exploring every inch of you.

His hands, large and warm, gripped your thighs, spreading you open for him as he settled between them, his eyes dark and hungry.

He paused just above where you wanted him most, his breath hot against your skin. "You worked for this," he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and reverence. "Now lemme give you what you earned, ma."

Before you could even respond, his mouth closed over your center, tongue flicking and teasing as he expertly brought you closer to the edge. You moaned and writhed under him, gripping the sheets tightly as he relentlessly pleasured you.

Jey's hands roamed over your body, one hand sliding up to squeeze and play with your breast while the other gripped your thigh, pulling it higher to give him better access.

You gasped and whimpered as Jey's tongue worked its magic, your hands tangling in his hair as you arched your back off the bed. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every inch of your body.

His eyes never left yours, watching intently as you unravelled beneath him. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and need, only fueled the fire inside you.

As his mouth continued its assault on your core, his fingers joined in, sliding into you easily as he curled them just right to hit that spot inside of you. You gasped and arched off the bed, your entire body tensing as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Jey's movements became more urgent, his tongue swirling faster and his fingers pumping harder. And just as you were about to fall over that edge, he pulled away.

You let out a frustrated groan, but before you could even protest, Jey was crawling back up your body, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and it only added to the intense desire coursing through your veins. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he settled between your legs once again.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered against your lips, his thumb circling your clit and making you shiver with pleasure.

"I want you inside me," you gasped, desperate for that release.

Jey didn't waste any time removing his gray sweats, his hardened length springing free and pressing against your entrance. Without any hesitation, he pushed into you, filling you up completely.

You moaned loudly, your nails digging into Jey's back as he began to move inside of you. His pace was slow and deliberate, his hips grinding against yours in a perfect rhythm that had you seeing stars.

"Damn, baby," Jey groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he continued to thrust into you. "You feel so good."

The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and Jey's grunts as he moved inside you, his hands gripping your hips and guiding your movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you both chased that release.

Each thrust felt better than the last, driving you higher and higher until you felt yourself teetering on the edge again. "Jey, I'm c-close," you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Without saying a word, Jey reached down and began to rub your clit with his thumb, pushing you over the edge and into a mind-blowing orgasm. You cried out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you, your body shaking and trembling under him.

Jey continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm before he pulled out of you. You raised an eyebrow at him, but he just smirked and rolled you onto your stomach, flipping you over.

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Jey grabbed your hips and pulled you up. Your ass perfectly arched in the air just for him.

Jey's eyes were dark with lust as he positioned himself behind you. With one hand firmly gripping your hip, he guided his hardened length back into you, causing you to gasp and moan.

He started off slow, his thrusts deep and deliberate as he took in the sight of you. Your head was turned towards him, your eyes locked on each other as he continued to move inside of you.

"God, you look so fuckin' beautiful like this," Jey groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as his pace quickened.

You couldn't help but let out a string of moans and curses as Jey pounded into you from behind. Every thrust hit just the right spot, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

You could feel yourself getting close again, but this time Jey slowed down. He gently wrapped his hand around the front your neck, not applying any pressure but holding onto you tightly. He gently tugged me backwards, pulling my back flush against his chest.

The sudden change in position caught you off guard, a shiver running through your spine as he pressed his body against yours. His breath was hot against your ear, sending delicious chills coursing through every nerve ending.

"I want you to feel everything," he whispered, the heat of his voice enveloping you like a warm blanket. With each slow thrust, he rocked your body against his, leaving no space between you. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the fullness igniting a fire deep within.

"Josh," you breathed, feeling a mix of urgency and euphoric need. Each thrust became a tantalizing tease, skillfully balancing between pleasure and restraint. You craved more; the delicious friction and the rhythm of his movements were intoxicating.

He tightened his grip, the pressure around your neck sending jolts of adrenaline through you, heightening the sensation. There was something primal in this connection, something that made every fiber of your being scream for release. Still, Jey held back just enough to keep you on that edge.

"You like this, baby?" he murmured, nudging his nose against your neck as if to breathe in all of you, savoring the moment.

"God yes," you gasped out, pushing back against him insistently while trying to control the urgency building within you.

With an animalistic growl, Jey resumed his pace—harder now, each thrust echoing in the room as he took you with an urgency that made your heart race.

His other hand slowly found it's way to her stomach, pressing down firmly, anchoring you against him.

The way he claimed you, both physically and emotionally, felt electric, sparking a wild abandon that coursed through every inch of your body.

His fingers slid lower, teasingly exploring with a deliberate slowness that drove you to desperation. You arched into his touch as desire coiled tighter within you, threatening to shatter the delicate balance that held you on this precarious edge of ecstasy.

His other hand still held onto your neck, but now it was with a gentle pressure that made you feel safe and secure.

When he finally brushed against your throbbing clit, a jolt of electricity shot through your body. Your body jerked, and your walls clenched around him as he picked up speed, thrusting in and out of you with expert precision.

Jey's fingers continued to dance over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. He expertly alternated between soft caresses and firmer strokes, his movements perfectly in sync with each thrust of his hips.

You were so close now, the fire within you raging out of control. Jey's grip on your neck tightened, and you knew it was time for him to push you over the edge. His hand on your neck moved to your chin to turn your face to his. "Look at me, mama."

You opened your eyes to meet his intense gaze, feeling a connection that went beyond the physical. Jey's eyes were filled with a fierce possessiveness and something else, something vulnerable that made your heart ache.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a scorching kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as his fingers continued their dance over your clit. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge.

Jey pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still locked with yours as he quickened his pace. Every thrust seemed to hit that perfect spot inside of you, sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

With each thrust, you felt the world around you begin to fade, the heat of the moment consuming everything else—every doubt, every fear. This was different–different from all the sexual encounters.

It was just you and Jey, intertwined in a rhythm that felt primal and eternal. Your body responded wildly, instinctively clenching around him, urging him deeper as you surrendered entirely to the sensation.

His breath quickened, urgency radiating from him like an electric charge that sparked through the air between your bodies. "That's it," he murmured, his voice husky and low, igniting a fire inside you that burned brighter with each breath you took. "You're so perfect like this. Just for me."

The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine. You could barely articulate a response; all that emerged was a soft whimper that filled the space between you with raw need. He was pulling every reaction from deep within you, teasing at the brink of madness until your thighs trembled with anticipation.

"Let go for me, baby" he urged, his fingers never relenting their claim on your clit, their movement an intoxicating blend of insistence and pleasure. "I promise, I got you."

The world tilted as you felt yourself spiraling further into ecstasy, teetering on a precipice where reality blurred with sheer bliss.

Your breath hitched, eyes watered as the promise in his voice echoed insistently, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

You closed your eyes, and let one of your hands reach back to hold the back of the nape of his neck. Your fingers threading through his soft curls of his messy mullet. Anchoring yourself as your climax erupted within you. Instantly coming undone in his arms, holding your breath as your body shook against his.

"Mmm, breathe for me baby," he coaxed, his tone dripping with affection and fervor.

He kept moving inside of you, riding out your orgasm until it slowly subsided. The room was filled with heavy breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin as Jey continued to thrust into you, prolonging both of your pleasure.

Finally, he stilled and released a deep groan, his own release washing over him like a tidal wave. You felt it pulse through him, intimate and electric, filling the spaces where you had shared your pleasure moments before. Your bodies entwined, both of you were caught in the afterglow, panting softly as the last vestiges of bliss danced around you.

When you opened your eyes, they instantly met his.

His gaze was filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter, an unspoken promise that lingered in the air between you. You could see the way his pupils were still dilated, reflecting every flicker of light as if the very stars in the universe had chosen to take residence within them.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble, surprisingly tender after such a wild crescendo. He brushed a strand of hair away from your damp forehead, as if you were made of porcelain and he was terrified of breaking you.

With a shy smile still plastered on your lips, you nodded slightly.

The vulnerability of the moment enveloped you both like a thick blanket, binding your hearts in ways words could never articulate. You were breathless and yet fully alive—an exhilarating paradox that left you craving more than just physical entwining.

He gently caressed your cheek, before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

The kiss lingered, slow and deliberate, as if he were tracing constellations on the map of your skin. Your heart raced anew, each beat echoing in sync with the intimacy unfurling between you. You could feel the weight of his body against yours, the warmth radiating from him a contrast to the cool air swirling around the room.

"Stay with me," he murmured between soft kisses, each one more tender than the last. The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that existed in that moment—made your insides flutter like the wings of a trapped butterfly desperate for freedom.

"I'm not going anywhere," you breathed, surprised by how sincere your voice sounded. It was true, in that moment, nestled amid damp sheets and scattered clothes, you felt seen like never before. Every fear, every insecurity melted away under the glow of his affection.

Jey slowly removed his body from mine, before shifting us to lay in his bed. He pulled you close to him. His fingers danced lightly up and down your spine, sending shivers down your body. You hugged him tighter, wanting to stay in this moment

Eventually the heavy silence and your liquor induced state, caused you to fall into a deep slumber.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the sheets tangled around your legs. The scent of him lingered in the air—his cologne, his skin, the heat from last night still clinging to every inch of you.

Your body ached in the best way possible, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as you turned over, only to find Jey already awake, leaning back against the headboard, watching you with a soft smirk.

His gaze was warm and inviting, like a cocoon that wrapped around you, banishing the remnants of sleep from your consciousness. You blinked against the light filtering in, momentarily disoriented by the aftermath of last night's consuming encounters.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he teased, his voice like honey, smooth and sweet. You could see an unruly tuft of hair sticking up at odd angles, giving him an endearing quality that sent your heart fluttering anew.

"Morning," you replied, your voice still gravelly from slumber. You propped yourself up on one elbow, taking a moment to appreciate the way the light danced upon his skin, highlighting the contours of his arms and chest. "How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to enjoy the view," he chuckled softly, gesturing toward you with a playful glint in his eyes. The warmth flooded your cheeks as you stole a glance at your own disheveled appearance—a mess of wild hair and remnants of last night's revelry.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you pulled the sheet up a little higher over your chest, suddenly feeling exposed—not because of your body, but because of the way Jey was looking at you. Like he saw you.

Like he wanted to memorize everything about this moment.

"You always this smooth in the morning?" you teased, trying to keep things light, but your voice betrayed you, a softness woven through the words that hadn't been there before.

Jey smirked, but there was something deeper behind it, something more careful. "Nah," he murmured, reaching over to tuck a stray curl behind your ear. "Only when I wake up next to you."

Your breath caught, your fingers twisting into the sheet as you tried to ignore the way your heart threatened to betray you, beating just a little too fast. You should've expected this—Jey was a flirt, a charmer, but this didn't feel like smooth talk. This felt like the truth, slipping out before he could think to stop it.

You chewed on your bottom lip, hesitating for a second before finally saying what had been lingering in the back of your mind since last night. "This feels... different," you admitted softly, your eyes flickering to his before glancing away, suddenly shy under his gaze. "Like, more than just a moment."

Jey didn't answer right away, and for a second, you wondered if you'd just made a mistake, if you'd read too much into this, but then you felt his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your thigh beneath the covers. Grounding you. Holding you there with him.

"It is," he finally said, his voice low, sure. "Ain't just a moment anymore, baby. Not for me."

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "You mean that?"

Jey exhaled, shifting so that he was closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him against your skin. His hand slid up, fingers tracing over your arm, up to your jaw, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him.

"I ain't the kinda man to say somethin' I don't mean," he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a way that made your breath hitch. "I know you ain't used to this. Ain't used to bein' put first, bein' cared for the way you supposed to be. But I need you to hear me when I say—I'ma love you the way you deserve. The way you ain't never had before."

Your chest tightened at his words, emotion swelling in your throat so thick you almost couldn't breathe. How did he always know exactly what to say? How did he always know how to make you feel seen in ways no one else had?

"You sure about that?" you whispered, half-teasing, half-testing, but your voice trembled slightly, betraying the weight of your feelings.

Jey's lips curved into the softest smile, his eyes warm, reassuring. "More sure than I ever been about anything."

The tenderness in his voice, the certainty in his touch—it undid you.

You leaned in without thinking, pressing your forehead against his, letting your fingers find their way into his wild curls. His scent surrounded you, a mix of skin and cologne, familiar and intoxicating.

"You really mean that?" you asked again, quieter this time, afraid to believe it, but wanting to so damn bad.

Jey tilted his head, pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips, a slow, lingering thing that spoke more than words ever could. "Yeah, baby," he murmured against your mouth. "I mean it. Every word."

You melted into him, into the promise between you, letting yourself believe, just this once, that maybe—just maybe—this could be something real.

Six Months Later

The golden glow of the evening sun bathed the backyard in warm hues, casting long shadows across the patio as laughter filled the air. The scent of grilled food mixed with the sweet floral breeze, wrapping around you like a soft embrace. It was one of those perfect summer nights—the kind where everything felt light, easy.

You sat curled up in one of the patio chairs, watching Jey from across the yard as he helped Jon at the grill, his deep laughter rolling through the space, rich and unguarded. The sight of him like this—happy, content—made something deep inside you ache in the best way.

It had been six months since that morning in his bed, six months of letting yourself fall, letting yourself be loved the way he swore he would love you. And true to his word, Jey had given you exactly what he promised.

Love, patience, tenderness—all the things you hadn't realized you needed until he gave them so freely.

"You're smiling," Trin's voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned to find her sitting beside you, her legs tucked beneath her, a knowing smirk playing at her lips.

"Am I?" you asked, feigning innocence, but the warmth on your face betrayed you.

"Mmhmm," she hummed, sipping her drink. "I knew you caught feelings for my brother-in-law a long time ago. Took your stubborn ass long enough to admit it."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I wasn't stubborn, I was... cautious."

Trin gave you a deadpan look. "Nah, girl. You were stubborn. But I'm glad you finally got out of your own way. He loves you."

The certainty in her voice made your heart skip, and your gaze found Jey again.

 He caught you staring, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his lips as he winked, his gold bottom row of his grillz glistening in that way that always made your stomach flip.

The certainty in her voice made your heart skip, and your gaze found Jey again. He caught you staring, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his lips as he winked, his dimples deepening in that way that always made your stomach flip.

Your chest swelled. "I love him too," you admitted softly, and it was the first time you'd said it out loud to anyone but him. 

Trin grinned, nudging you playfully. "Yeah, I know. You look at him like he hung the damn moon."

Before you could respond, Jon sauntered over, a mischievous glint in his eye as he dramatically wiped his hands on a towel. "Aight, lovebirds," he drawled, shooting a look between you and Jey. "Y'all makin' me sick with all this eye-fuckin' across the yard. Either go get a room or help me get these plates out."

Trin smacked his arm. "Jon, shut up."

Jey walked up just in time to hear the exchange, slinging an arm around Jon's shoulder. "Nah, let him talk, Trin," he said, smirking. "I do be makin' her weak, though."

You rolled your eyes as Trin groaned, and Jon cackled, shaking Jey off him. "Man, y'all disgust me. I'm tryin' to eat."

Jey ignored his twin and pulled you into his arms instead, his lips ghosting over your temple as he whispered, "You good, baby?"

You silently nodded your head, before he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.  Shortly after,  we all helped Jon set up the table before sitting down. 

Dinner was a lively affair, with Jon cracking jokes and Trin teasing you and Jey. The comfortable banter between everyone made you feel like you were truly part of the family now.

As the night wound down, you and Jey sat outside by the fire pit cuddled up in a huge lawn chair, talking about everything and nothing.

"You still with me, ma?" Jey's voice was low, teasing, as his fingers gently traced absentminded patterns along your thigh.

You blinked, realizing you'd been staring. "Yeah," you murmured, smiling softly. "Just thinking."

"'Bout what?"

You exhaled, leaning into his warmth. "How good this feels." 

Jey studied you for a second, then pulled you closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "Ain't gotta think too hard, baby," he murmured. "Just feel it."

As the conversations carried on, you found yourself resting your head against his shoulder, the steady rise and fall of his breath grounding you in the moment.

Jey tilted his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your hair. "You happy?" he asked, voice low, meant just for you.

You turned your head just enough to meet his eyes—those same eyes that had promised you something real all those months ago. 

And now, here you were, living it.

A slow smile spread across your lips, your heart swelling in the space only he had ever managed to fill.

"Yeah," you whispered, threading your fingers tighter through his. "I am."

Jey exhaled, his forehead resting against yours for just a second before he smiled against your skin. "Good. 'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere, baby."

And you knew, without a doubt, that he never would.

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Where Them Girls At? | Jey U.

Warning: Slight Smut, Slight girl on girl action, Fingering...etc.

For the 18+ crew.... Minors DNI!

2.1K Words 🧡

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The bass from the speakers thrummed through the walls, making the glasses on the bar top tremble. The private room of the club—reserved specifically for the Bloodline—was draped in red LED lights, casting a devilish glow over the scene.

 The air was thick with cigar smoke, top-shelf liquor, and the kind of reckless energy that came with celebrating a man's last night of freedom.

Jey sat in the middle of the leather sectional, legs spread in a way that screamed relaxed but confident. His gold chains caught the light as he leaned back, Hennessy in hand, soaking in the chaos his family had orchestrated.

Jon—his twin, his day one—sat to his right, already tipsy, laughing at something Jacob said.

 Across from them, Rami was nursing a whiskey, looking slightly out of place but still enjoying himself. And then there was Jacob, talking animatedly with one of the club's hosts, making sure everything was set for the main event.

"Man, we really 'bout to do this, huh?" Jey muttered, shaking his head with a smirk.

Jon nudged him. "Damn right. You locked down now, Uce. We had to send you off right."

Jacob chuckled, draping an arm over the back of the couch. "Wait 'til you see what we got lined up."

Jey raised a brow but didn't get a chance to respond before the music shifted—something slow, seductive. The kind of beat that made a man sit up and pay attention.

Then they walked in.

Two women, both dressed in nothing but lace and confidence, strutting toward the group like they owned the place. 

They were stunning, curves spilling from the barely-there fabric, heels clicking against the floor. The tallest one, a deep-skinned beauty with hypnotic eyes, stopped in front of Jey, trailing a single finger down his chest.

"You the groom?" she purred.

Jey grinned. "Yeah... that's me."

She smirked, looking over at her partner—an equally gorgeous woman with caramel-toned skin and a devilish smirk. "Good. Hope you don't mind a little... entertainment."

Jey expected a lap dance.

What he didn't expect was for the women to turn to each other.

Jon's drunken cackle was the last thing he processed before the show started.

And damn... what a show it was.

The room's temperature skyrocketed as the two women closed the space between them, their bodies pressing together in a slow, sensual grind.

 Every subtle brush of their curves, every teasing graze of lips, sent a shockwave through the atmosphere. The way their hands roamed—fingertips tracing, nails dragging, lips parting—was pure temptation made flesh.

Jey wasn't even touching them, but he felt everything.

The heat. The tease. The raw, carnal energy crackling like lightning between them.

Jacob let out a low whistle. "Bruh..."

Rami coughed, shifting in his seat, trying way too hard not to stare.

Jon? Jon was loving every damn second. "Ohhh, they wild for this one."

Jey exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face with a mixture of shock and amusement. He wasn't cheating, not by a long shot, but damn if this wasn't testing every ounce of discipline he had.

Joe chuckled beside him. "You look real entertained for a man getting married tomorrow," he teased.

Jey shook his head with a smirk, eyes locked on the mesmerizing display in front of him. "Y'all ain't shit."

Jon leaned in. "Man, we know."

The show only got wilder. The moans. The lip-biting. The way they melted into each other like they had no bones. 

"Damn," he muttered under his breath.

Jey swore he could feel the heat rolling off their bodies from where he sat, his grip tightening around his glass.

And yet, as insane as it was, as hypnotic as it was...

His mind drifted.

To her.

His fiancée.

Joe arched a brow. "Yeah, that's your cue to wrap this up, Uce."

Jey exhaled, rubbing his jaw. His body was buzzing, but not from the alcohol. It was her he needed. His soon-to-be wife.

The woman he should be with instead of watching two strangers go at it in front of him.

He pulled out his phone and scrolled to his sister-in-law's number.

Jey: Yo, where she at?

Trin: Boy, what??

Jey: Where. She. At?

Jey: I'm pullin' up.

Trin: 😭 JOSHUA. Be so fuckin fr rn. You know you ain't supposed to see her before the wedding. That's tradition.

Jey: Man, FUCK that tradition. I need her.😮‍💨

Trin: You actin' real desperate rn 😭 What they do to you at that bachelor party?! 👀

Jey: Man. Trin. Drop the pin. Plz🥹🥴

Jey: I. Need. Her.

Trin: 🙄 Fine, fine. But if she cusses you out, I'm just the messenger.

A second later, the location dropped.

Jey pushed up from the couch, adjusting his chains, his jaw set with determination.

Joe eyed him, shaking his head. "You really about to go crash her party?"

Jey grabbed his jacket, tossing the rest of his drink back. "Hell yeah."

Jon let out a drunken laugh. "Damn, Uce. They got you down bad."

Jey smirked, licking his lips. "Nah... I just know what I need."

And with that, he walked out, leaving the stunned Bloodline behind.

The bass rattled the walls of the private lounge, neon lights flickering against the floor as the DJ spun another banger. The scent of expensive perfume, champagne, and something sweet—maybe vanilla—lingered in the air. 

Laughter, high-pitched and carefree, filled the room as the bride-to-be and her girls turned up, drinks in hand.

You were glowing.

Dressed in a white silk mini dress that hugged every curve, a diamond “Bride” sash draped across her chest, she sat in the VIP section, sipping a margarita while her best friends hyped her up.

She was one drink away from being drunk, and it showed in the lazy, satisfied smile on her lips, the way she swirled her glass like she had all the time in the world.

Trin was mid-story about how Jon nearly fell into the DJ booth at his bachelor party when her phone vibrated on the table.

But the second she noticed him, her whole demeanor changed.

Her glossy eyes landed on him, and everything else faded.

Jey watched as realization hit—then curiosity, then something deeper. She tilted her head slightly, studying him, her gaze dragging over his face, his posture, the way his jaw was clenched just a little too tight.

Yeah. She knew.

She always did.

Without a word, she set her drink down and rose to her feet.

“Oh, hell no.”

Sarona’s voice cut through the moment as she stepped forward, already blocking Jey’s path like a linebacker. “You need to turn around, Uce,” she warned, arms crossed. “You know you ain’t supposed to be here.”

Trin, however, was off to the side, sipping her drink, watching the scene unfold with a knowing smirk. She’d already seen this play out in her head. There was no stopping Jey when he was like this.

Jey barely spared Sarona a glance. “Man, 'Rona, Move.”

“No.”

He took a step forward. So did she.

Sarona arched a brow. “So, you just gon’ crash her party ‘cause you thirsty?”

Trin appeared beside her, sipping on her cocktail like she had no intentions of getting in the way. She side-eyed Sarona and smirked. “I tried to stop him, but uh… you see how determined he is?”

Sarona scoffed. “Y’all giving him too much power.”

His Fiancée was walking toward him, hips swaying, heels clicking against the floor with purpose.

But it was already over.

With zero hesitation, she stepped around Sarona, closing the distance between them. The second she got close enough, Jey’s hands found her waist, pulling her in, pressing her body to his. She smelled like sweet liquor and something dangerous—something that made his pulse pound a little harder.

Sarona glanced between them, her lips parting. “Wait—girl. Don’t let him—”

“I’m going with him,” she murmured, eyes locked onto his.

She tilted her head, amusement playing at her lips. “You couldn’t wait?”

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her in, their bodies flush. He didn’t even hesitate before murmuring against her ear, voice thick with need, “Nah. I need you now mama.”

Heat coiled in her stomach at the roughness in his tone, the urgency in his grip.

She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw. “I’ll be back to finish my party.”

Sarona threw her arms up in frustration. “Are you serious?!”

Trin just laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, she gone,” she said, sipping her drink. “She think she comin’ back, but we all know damn well—”

“I am coming back,” She insisted, still pressed against Jey’s chest.

Jey leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “No, you not.”

A shiver ran down her spine.

“Take me where you need me then.”

Jey let out a deep, rumbling breath before gripping her waist, leading her out.

Sarona laughed, sipping her drink. “That man ain’t lettin’ her go nowhere tonight.”

Trin sighed dramatically. “The wedding better still happen tomorrow.”

Sarona smirked. “Oh, it’s happening. But she gon’ walk down that aisle limping.”

READER| 

The night air was thick and humid, wrapping around you as Jey led you outside, his grip firm on your waist. His palm burned through the silk of your dress, fingers splayed possessively against your hip. The second the club doors shut behind you, the muffled sounds of your bachelorette party faded into nothing.

It was just you and him now.

Jey pulled out his phone with one hand, his other still glued to your waist. You could hear his breathing—low and deep, like he was holding something back.

You swallowed hard, anticipation making your skin tingle. “You really couldn’t wait until tomorrow after our vows?”

Jey let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he pulled up the Uber app. “Hell nah, baby.” His voice was a rasp, thick with need. “I need you now.”

Heat coiled low in your stomach.

Within minutes, a sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb. 

The driver barely got a greeting out before Jey opened the door for you.

 You slid in first, settling against the smooth leather, but the second Jey got in beside you, he pulled you into him—one arm slung over your lap, his lips grazing your temple.

The doors shut.

The car pulled off.

Jey didn’t wait.

His fingers traced slow circles against your thigh, inching higher, his touch featherlight but intentional. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes flicking up to the driver, who was focused on the road, oblivious to the heat radiating between you and your man.

“Jey…” you whispered, pressing your legs together.

He hummed low, leaning into your ear. “Shh, mama. Lemme see how quiet you can be.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

Before you could respond, his fingers slipped between your thighs, finding exactly what he was looking for.

You sucked in a breath, body tensing, as he ran two fingers over your dampness. Slowly. Deliberately.

A smirk ghosted across his lips as he felt how wet you already were.

“Damn…” he muttered under his breath. “You been thinkin’ about me all night, huh?”

Your head tipped back against the seat, lips parting, but you couldn’t answer.

Not when he slid one thick finger inside you, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit, forcing you to stifle a whimper.

Jey grinned. “Don’t get us caught, baby.”

Your fingers dug into his thigh, thighs trembling as he stroked deep, his other hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His dark eyes burned into yours, full of lust, possession, love.

You bit down on your bottom lip, breathing heavy, eyes flicking to the driver again.

You swallowed hard, thighs instinctively trying to close, but his grip tightened, holding you open. A warning.

“Don’t,” he muttered, dark eyes locking onto yours. “Lemme feel you.”

Jey dipped his head, lips ghosting over your ear.

“Yeah… that’s what I thought.”

His fingers curled.

He smirked, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “Feel good, hmm?”

Your head dropped onto his shoulder, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle a moan.

The car hit a red light.

Jey took the opportunity to press deeper, the tips of his fingers sliding inside you just enough to make your body jolt. Your thighs trembled, heat curling in your stomach.

Your breath hitched.

“Shhh, mama,” he taunted, moving his fingers in slow, deliberate circles.

Jey chuckled darkly, his free hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. His fingers never stopped moving, teasing you, coaxing you closer to breaking.

“You really tryna go back to that party?” His tone was mocking, his breath fanning over your lips.

Your brain was hazy, fogged with desire. You could barely form words, let alone a response.

His fingers pressed deeper, his thumb finding your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your thighs twitch.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

Your nails bit into his skin. “I—” You swallowed a moan, chest heaving. “I was…”

Jey smirked. “Nah. You mine tonight.”

And then—

Before you could even process it, the car slowed, pulling into the hotel’s private entrance.

Jey withdrew his fingers, leaving you throbbing, needy, and on the brink of losing your mind. He brought them to his lips, eyes locked onto yours as he sucked them clean, humming in satisfaction.

“Mm,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Always, sweet as hell.”

Your breath hitched.

The driver cleared his throat. “Uh… we’re here.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse still thumping in your ears.

Jey smirked, licking his lips as he watched you struggle to pull yourself together.

Then, with the same possessive grip, he grabbed your hand, guiding you out of the car.

The second you stepped onto the pavement, his voice dropped to that husky, authoritative tone that made your knees weak.

Jey smirked, licking his lips as he reached for the door handle. “C’mon, mama,” he murmured. “We just gettin’ started.”

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Hot Girl

3.4K Words🤎

Reader|

The bass of Adina Howard’s Freak Like Me pulsed through the dimly lit lounge, weaving through the air like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. The scent of sweet liquor and expensive cologne clung to the space, mixing with the low hum of conversation and soft laughter.

You sat comfortably in the VIP section, legs crossed, a glass of D'ussé in hand, and an unbothered expression resting on your full lips.

You were the kind of woman who knew exactly what she wanted—who and what could touch you, and who couldn’t. Your reputation preceded you, whispers and side-eyes from men who could only imagine, and women who envied the power you held over yourself. But behind closed doors? Only a select few ever got the privilege of experiencing you in your element.

And tonight, Jey Uso was doing his best to be one of them.

He sat across from you, draped in all black, his signature Cuban links glinting under the moody lighting. His dark eyes never left you, raking over your curves with that cocky smirk he always wore when he was feeling himself. And you weren’t about to lie—he looked good as hell.

His skin was golden under the soft glow, his tattoos a map you wouldn’t mind tracing with your tongue. But he was off-limits. Best friend’s brother-in-law. Too close. Too complicated.

Still, that didn’t stop him from trying.

“Damn, ma,” Jey drawled, leaning back into the plush leather couch, fingers absently playing with the rim of his glass. “You just gon’ sit there looking all good and act like you don’t see me?”

You sipped your drink slowly, letting the heat of the liquor slide down your throat before responding. “I see you,” you mused, eyes flickering over him lazily. “I just don’t pay attention to what I can’t have.”

Jey chuckled, licking his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping into that smooth, sultry tone that could melt panties off without effort. “Who said you can’t have me?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no denying the way your thighs pressed together under his gaze. 

Jey was dangerous. He had that effortless swagger, the type of man who knew he could turn a no into a maybe with just the right words and a well-placed touch. And honestly? You were tempted to let him.

But rules were rules. And one of yours? No family friends.

“I’m not trying to have Trin up in my business,” you said, crossing your arms under your chest, which only made his eyes drop to your cleavage.

Jey’s tongue swept over his bottom lip. “She ain’t gotta know,” he murmured, his voice all silk and sin. “I got a proposition for you.”

You arched a brow. “Oh? And what’s that?”

Jey leaned in even closer, his cologne hitting your senses, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “One night. No strings, no drama. Just me and you, doin’ everything you been thinkin’ about but too stubborn to act on.”

Your breath hitched slightly, and you hated yourself for it. He smelled too damn good, looked too damn fine, and the way his voice dripped with promise made your skin heat up in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You tilted your head, pretending to consider it, though your body already knew the answer. "And what makes you think you can handle me, Joshua?"

His lips curled into that cocky smirk that made your stomach flip. "I ain't like these other dudes you be playing with, sweetheart." His hand reached out, grazing your knee lightly, sending heat shooting straight between your thighs. "You already know that."

You hated how good that touch felt. Hated how much you wanted more of it.

Exhaling, you glanced at him through heavy lashes. "You talk a big game," you mused, your voice smooth like honey.

Jey grinned, sliding closer until his lips were inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Nah, baby... I play a big game," he murmured, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles up your thigh. "Let me show you."

You should have shut it down right there.  Should’ve reminded him again of the fine line you were treading. But instead, you leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, "You sure? 'Cause once you get a taste, you might not be able to let go."

Jey’s hand slid to your waist, his grip firm but respectful, his voice a low growl. "Try me."

You swore you could feel your self-control slipping with every second he was in your space.

"...One night," you finally breathed, letting your lips ghost over his. "No strings."

His eyes gleamed with triumph. "Say less, baby."

Before you could change your mind, his lips crashed onto yours, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you onto his lap like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole damn life. You melted against him, your fingers tangling in his soft hair as his hands roamed down, squeezing, grabbing, owning every curve you had.

Just like that, you knew—this was about to be a long, sinful night.

And that’s how you found yourself here—pressed up against the cool glass of your bedroom window, in your high rise condo.  Jey’s hands gripping your hips, his lips tracing a heated path down your neck. The city lights stretched out beneath you, but your focus was on the way he was touching you, like he’d been starving for you all this time.

"Damn, baby," he muttered against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. "You feel even better than I thought."

You smirked, rolling your hips back against him, loving the way he groaned, the way his fingers dug deeper. "I told you," you whispered, turning your head just enough to catch his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. "You wasn’t ready for this."

Jey’s hands trailed down, gripping your thighs, pulling you closer. "I’m ready for all of it," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "I been ready."

You let out a soft hum, enjoying the way his lips moved against your skin, the way his touch sent electric shocks through your veins. He wasn’t holding back, and for the first time in a long time, you were letting yourself give in completely.

But as he pulled you deeper into the night, as his hands and mouth explored every inch of you with a hunger that left you breathless, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself.

"You remember what I said," you murmured, your nails raking down his back as he pressed his forehead against yours, panting.

Jey looked up, eyes hooded and dark with need. "What’s that?"

You cupped his face, dragging your thumb across his bottom lip. "Once you get a taste, you ain’t gonna let go."

And by the way Jey was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, you knew you were right.

The next day, the bass thumped through Jon and Trin’s house, music blending with the hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. The party was in full swing—red cups in hand, people dancing in the living room, and the smell of grilled food drifting in from the backyard.

You walked in like you owned the place, curves hugged by a casual but still sexy fit—high-waisted jean shorts that showed off your figure and a cropped top that gave just enough to tease. Your locs were pulled up, a few tendrils framing your face, and your makeup was flawless. You played it cool, like nothing had happened the night before, like Jey hadn't spent hours with his hands all over you, whispering the filthiest things in your ear.

But you felt his eyes the second you stepped inside.

Jey leaned against the wall in the living room, sipping on his drink, his gaze locked onto you like he was reliving every second of last night. His tongue swiped across his lips, his jaw flexing, and you swore you saw his grip tighten around his cup.

You ignored him, of course. That was the game. You strolled past him without a second glance, flashing a smile at Trin as you made your way over. "What’s up, girl?" you said smoothly, hugging her tight.

Trin pulled back, eyes scanning you with suspicion, her lips twisting into a smirk. "What’s up with you? You walkin’ in here like you got a secret."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a drink from the counter. "I always got a secret."

Trin squinted at you. "Mmhmm. But it’s somethin’ different this time. What you been up to?"

Before you could answer, Jon walked by, dapping up Jey with a laugh. "Man, you good? You been real quiet tonight."

Your lips twitched in amusement, but you took a sip of your drink instead, leaning against the counter like you hadn’t heard a thing.

Trin followed your gaze for a split second, catching the way Jey was trying—and failing—to keep his cool. The way his eyes lingered on you like he couldn’t shake the memory of last night.

"Oh, hell no." Trin’s eyes widened, when she finally pieced it together. She finally pulled me into another room. "Alright, spill. What the hell’s going on with you and Jey?"

You raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "What do you mean?"

She scoffed, crossing her arms, scanning you up and down. "Girl, you think I didn’t see the way he’s lookin' at you? You been actin’ funny all night, and now I see why."

You sighed, sipping your drink like it wasn’t a big deal, even though the memory of Jey’s touch still burned on your skin. "It was nothing," you said coolly, twirling the straw between your fingers.

Trin crossed her arms. "You lyin'. I know you."

You shrugged, acting unbothered. "Look, it happened, it was good, but it ain’t nothin’ serious." Your eyes flicked back toward Jey, who was watching you like he had something to say but couldn’t. "I told him not to get attached."

Trin smirked, shaking her head. "Yeah, well, by the way he’s lookin' at you, sis... that boy is hooked."

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, but deep down, you knew Trin was right. And judging by the heat in Jey’s stare, he wasn’t ready to let you off the hook just yet.

"He wants more than I’m willing to give," you said, voice low, even though you weren’t entirely sure of that yourself. "I told him it was just a one-time thing, no strings."

Trin studied you closely, her gaze softening. "And you think he’s gonna listen to that? C’mon, girl. You know how he is. He wants more."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Why do you care? You’re his sister-in-law. Shouldn’t you be disgusted?"

Trin rolled her eyes, letting out a small sigh. "Girl, please. You know I live vicariously through your adventures. I’m just sayin’, if you’re gonna go down that road, you might want to be prepared for him to get attached. Jey’s not like these other dudes you’ve dealt with."

You leaned against the wall, folding your arms over your chest. "I know that. But that’s not the problem. The problem is, I know what it’s like to have a good time and walk away. I don’t need the emotional baggage, especially with him being your brother-in-law."

Trin raised an eyebrow. "So, you just gonna keep playing games with him?"

You shrugged, feeling conflicted. "I’m not playing games. But I also don’t want anything to come out of it."

Trin let out a low whistle. "Girl, you’ve got the power, but don’t be surprised if he gets clingy on you. Just… handle him carefully."

You shot her a look, a sly smirk curling on your lips. "He’s a grown ass man, Trin. He knows exactly what he’s getting into."

But as you looked back toward Jey, his eyes on you again—this time, more intense, almost hungry—you knew the game had only just begun. And no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, there was something about him you couldn’t shake. Something you didn’t want to forget.

Eventually, you and Trin made your way back into the room, and the energy in the house was still high, but there was an undeniable tension simmering between you and Jey. 

Every time you caught his eye across the room, his gaze lingered a little too long, as if he was waiting for some kind of acknowledgment—waiting for you to make the first move. But you weren’t about to give him that satisfaction, not when you still had a wall up.

It was after a few more drinks, and the party was in full swing, when Jey finally made his move. He pushed through the crowd, his muscular frame parting the people effortlessly, until he stood directly in front of you. His presence was magnetic, drawing your attention even when you tried to keep your composure.

You didn’t look up at first, still trying to focus on your drink, but you felt the weight of his stare like a fire on your skin. It made your breath hitch just slightly. He stood there for a moment, not saying a word, letting the silence settle between you two.

Finally, you sighed and glanced up, locking eyes with him. His expression was a mix of determination and something else—something you couldn’t quite name, but it was enough to make your stomach flip.

"Lemme talk to you for a sec," he said, his voice low but firm, as though he wasn’t going to let you slide this time.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to stay composed, though you could feel the heat of his presence. "About what?" you asked, your voice deliberately casual, even though your pulse was starting to race.

His lips pressed together in a thin line, as if he were choosing his words carefully. "Girl... Come on." he started again, his voice low and controlled. 

Trin shot you a knowing look before you huffed and got up. He led you outside to the back porch, where no one was standing, or at a ear shot.  You turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What do I owe you the pleasure, Mr.Fatu?"

He licked his lips, before standing in front of you. "You made it clear what it was, but I’m not sure you fully understand what you got me into."

You stared at him for a moment, then leaned back against the railing of the porch, crossing your arms.

 Your eyes locked onto his, your expression calm but your mind working through everything that had happened. "I warned you, didn’t I?" you said, your voice steady. "I told you it was a one-time thing, no strings attached. You knew exactly what you were walking into."

Jey’s jaw tightened, his lips parting slightly as if he was about to say something. But he held back, searching your face for any sign that you were lying or that you might have been just as affected as he was. "You think I’m the only one who got caught up in it?" he asked, his voice gruff. There was a softness in his eyes now, a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before.

You shook your head, unwilling to let him see you falter. "No, I don’t think you’re the only one. But you knew what it was, Jey." You took a step closer to him, leaning in slightly, but still keeping your distance. "You chose to walk that line. I’m not here to make excuses for you, and I’m definitely not about to pretend like it was something it wasn’t."

Jey stared at you, his chest rising and falling with his breaths, as if he was struggling to come to terms with something. "You think I can just forget about it? About you?"

The way he said it made something in your chest tighten. But you kept your cool, your gaze unwavering. "I didn’t say that. But you knew what it was going in. And now, you’re acting like you didn’t see it coming."

He took a deep breath, then ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated but not giving up. "You’re right," he muttered. "But it’s not that easy, you know? Not for me."

You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him a knowing look. "I warned you. And I meant it. This is where it ends."

Jey stepped forward, his presence towering over you, his face inches from yours. The air between you two crackled with intensity, and the space between your bodies felt charged with something both electrifying and dangerous. 

"I don’t want it to end like this," he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. "I don’t want to walk away from this without knowing... without knowing if there’s more."

You could feel the pull between you, the way his words hit deep, but you were resolute. You shook your head slowly, meeting his eyes. "I’m not the one who’s going to make this more than it is, Jey. You made your choice last night. I did my part. Now, you have to live with it."

His expression softened slightly, and for a moment, it seemed like he was finally accepting it. But then, he reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your arm, sending a rush of warmth through your body. "You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?"

You looked down at his hand on your arm, the touch sending a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t flinch. You met his gaze again, locking eyes with him as if to reaffirm your stance. "You knew what it was, Jey. Don’t act like this is something new."

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the words hanging between you two. You could feel the weight of his presence, and though you wanted to give in to the urge to reach out, to close the space between you, you knew better. You’d warned him. You’d made it clear from the beginning.

Finally, Jey pulled his hand away, a reluctant acceptance in his eyes. He exhaled, his breath heavy, as if he had just taken a weight off his chest. "Alright," he said quietly, stepping back a little. "I get it. But just so you know… I’m not gonna forget about you anytime soon."

You smiled faintly, a mixture of amusement and finality in your gaze. "You might want to."

And with that, you walked past him, letting the sounds of the party pull you back into the crowd, leaving Jey standing there, still processing the storm that was you.

Jey leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a red cup filled with something he hadn’t even bothered to taste. The music was loud, the bass thumping through the house, but all he could focus on was her.

You.

You stood across the room, laughing with Trin and a few of the girls, looking every bit as confident and unbothered as you always did. The way you sipped your drink, your full lips wrapping around the rim of the glass, had him fighting off memories he had no business thinking about at a damn house party.

But it was too late.

Flashes of last night came rushing in like a fever dream—your body pressed against his, the feel of your nails dragging down his back, the way you whispered his name in his ear in that sultry, commanding tone that had his knees damn near buckling. The way you rode him like you had something to prove, your curves moving in perfect rhythm with his body, leaving him breathless, wrecked, and wanting.

Jey blinked hard, shaking his head, but the images wouldn’t leave him. His jaw tightened as he took another sip of his drink, trying to push down the way his body responded just thinking about you.

He had it bad.

And what made it worse? You were acting like none of it even happened. Like you hadn’t had him losing his mind just hours ago.

"Man, you good?" Jon’s voice cut through his thoughts, and Jey looked up, realizing he’d been staring at you too long.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m straight," Jey muttered, forcing a smirk, but Jon wasn’t buying it.

Jon glanced between him and you, raising an eyebrow. "Sure don’t look like it. You stuck on something—or someone?"

Jey scoffed, brushing him off with a laugh that lacked conviction. "Ain’t nothin’ to be stuck on."

"Mmhm," Jon hummed, not convinced at all. "If you say so, Uce." He clapped Jey on the shoulder before heading off, leaving him to his own mess.

Jey ran a hand down his face, exhaling. He wasn’t used to this—being caught up, wanting more, needing more. But you? You made it damn near impossible to just let it go.

His eyes found you again, and as if you could feel his stare, you glanced over, locking eyes with him for a brief second.

And just like that, it hit him all over again.

The way you had taken control, riding him slow and deep, the way your hips moved like you were made for it. The way you smirked at him when he tried to regain control, only for you to push him right back down and tell him, "Nah, baby, I got this."

Jey swallowed hard, his grip tightening around his cup as his thoughts betrayed him once again.

He definitely had to have you again.

But, you was going to make him work for it. 

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Unthinkable

Warning: Slow building/ soft smut, kissing, etc...

For the 18+ crew.... Minors DNI!

4.4K words 🤎

TONI|

Toni sat across from Jey at a small corner table in the dimly lit restaurant. The warm glow of the candle between them reflected in his piercing hazel eyes, making her feel like she was falling into a deep forest.

He exuded an air of rugged charm tonight, with his tousled dark hair falling just right over his forehead, and a faint scent of pine lingering around him. The sleeves of his black button-up were rolled up, revealing glimpses of intricate tribal patterns tattooed on his forearms.

His smile was like a secret shared between them, drawing her in with its mysterious allure. Toni couldn't help but notice the way he gestured when he spoke, each movement deliberate yet fluid, as if conducting an unseen symphony. She took a sip of her wine, hoping for a moment of respite from the intensity of their connection, but it only served to heighten her awareness of the tingling sensation that seemed to radiate from where their knees brushed under the table.

“You been quiet,” Jey said, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table. His gold chain glinted against his caramel skin. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

Toni’s heart raced, the way he looked at her sending shivers down her spine like a whisper of silk against bare skin. She traced her finger along the rim of her glass, desperate for the coolness to temper the heat rising within her. “Just thinking about how I’ve never seen anyone quite like you,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as it danced between playful and alluring.

A smirk curled at the corners of Jey’s lips, a mixture of mischief and confidence that made her stomach flutter. “Oh fo’real? You gon’ have to explain that one,” he prodded, his voice low and teasing. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, but not before Toni caught a glimpse of those tattoos that seemed to tell stories far more enticing than words.

“Maybe it’s because you’re the only man I know who can pull off a mullet like that.” She winked, her cheeks flushing with a mix of boldness and vulnerability. The tension thickened between them as he leaned closer again, their faces mere inches apart. She could feel his warm breath brushing against her skin, intoxicating.

“You should see what else I can pull off,” he murmured, and his gaze dipped for a heartbeat to her lips before locking onto her eyes once more. That smirk widened into a full grin, revealing a hint of something primal beneath his polished exterior.

Toni bit her lip, imagining what it would be like to let him pull off everything — clothing and reservations alike. Her mind raced with fantasies as she shifted slightly in her seat, feeling his magnetic energy drawing her closer still.

“Is that a challenge?” she teased, her voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of it hung thick in the air between them, heavy with unspoken possibilities.

“Depends mama,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Are you ready to find out?”

Toni’s breath hitched, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to slip away. The chatter of the restaurant faded, replaced by the thumping of her heart as she weighed her options. She could play it safe, keep things light and flirty; or she could dive into this simmering tension and see where it led.

“What if I said I was?” she leaned closer, their foreheads almost touching now. The scent of cedar and musk surrounded her, intoxicating and familiar yet thrillingly new.

“Then we can dip,” he suggested, his voice turning gravelly with intent.

 Her lips curved into a slow smile, "What we waiting for?" 

Without another word, he flagged down their waitress and asked for the tab. Which came quickly, and he placed a crisp few hundreds in the folder before he stood abruptly, extending a hand toward her. “C’mon, let’s go.” His voice was low and inviting, like a secret waiting to be shared.

As they weaved through the bustling restaurant, she caught glimpses of curious eyes lingering on them — judging, wishing, perhaps even envying. But that only fueled her desire; they were a force of nature, igniting intrigue wherever they went.

Once outside, the cool night air wrapped around them like a secret cloak. She shivered slightly, and he glanced down at her with that infuriatingly charming grin that sent butterflies racing in her stomach. “You okay?”

“Just a little cold,” she admitted, half-laughing, but the thrill of adventure spurred her on.

He stepped closer, creating a warmth that radiated from where their bodies brushed. “Here.” Without hesitation, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

“Thanks babe,” she murmured, feeling boldness swell within her. It felt like a secret pact; one layer shed in the middle of the street, and they were stepping into a world where rules didn’t apply.

The drive back to her house was a quiet one, but not because there was nothing to say. The silence was thick with anticipation, charged like the air before a summer storm. Toni’s hands rested in her lap, her fingers nervously twisting together, but every so often, she caught Jey sneaking glances at her.

When they pulled into her driveway, he turned off the engine and shifted in his seat to face her. His expression was serious now, the playfulness from earlier replaced by something deeper.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the rapid thumping of her heart. His eyes bore into hers, seeking the truth behind her bold façade.

Toni took a moment, her breath hitching as she weighed the implications. “Yeah,” she finally said, a firmer resolve settling in her chest. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She leaned closer, the distance between them shrinking until the warmth of his breath brushed against her cheeks.

He hesitated, that flicker of vulnerability dancing across his features before it vanished. “Good, ‘casue Imma take my time with you, ma.” And with that he closed the gap entirely, closing his hand around the back of her neck and drawing her into a kiss that tasted like fireworks igniting in the dark.

It was soft at first but quickly escalated into something heated, lips tangling together as if they were trying to consume each other whole. All those months of stolen glances and smoldering tension exploded into this moment—raw and electric. Toni’s fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him even closer as a low growl escaped him.

But then reality crashed in; they were still parked in front of her house where everything felt tenable yet fragile—a glass tower swaying on its base. With a reluctant sigh, she pulled back just enough to catch his gaze once more. “Let’s go inside.”

Jey nodded, a mix of eagerness and caution playing in his eyes. They both stepped out of the car, the cool night air washing over them as they crossed the threshold of her front porch. Toni fumbled with her keys, the jangling sound echoing her nervousness, but Joshua stood close by, his presence a steady anchor that drowned out the uncertainty swirling in her mind.

The door creaked as it opened, revealing the cozy warmth of her living room, illuminated softly by a lone lamp that cast gentle shadows across the walls. It felt like stepping into a bubble where time slowed down, and all that existed was them. She kicked off her shoes and glanced back at him, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked, attempting to break the palpable tension hanging in the air. He shrugged nonchalantly but couldn’t hide the way his eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

“I’m good,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I just want you.”

Toni felt her cheeks flush at his words, her heart thundering in her chest.

She led him to the couch, sitting close enough that their knees touched. They didn’t need words to communicate; their bodies did all the talking.

Their lips met again, slow and sensual. Jey's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Toni ran her fingers through his hair, relishing in how soft it felt against her skin.

They broke away for air, panting and breathless. Their eyes met and they both smiled, wordlessly agreeing that this was exactly where they wanted to be.

Jey leaned in again, capturing her lips with his as he shifted them so that she was straddling his lap. Their kisses became more urgent, fueled by a hunger that had been building for what felt like forever.

Toni couldn’t help but giggle softly as Jey’s mouth peppered kisses down her neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His thick beard tickling her skin.

“Jey,” she moaned, arching into his touch as he cupped one breast through her dress while running a hand up under the hem to caress the soft skin of her soft thigh.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much for you,” he whispered against her skin, his breath hot and intoxicating. But there was no part of her that wanted him to halt; every fiber of her being craved more, yearned for this closeness that felt both exhilarating and forbidden.

Instead, she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, eyes sparkling with mischief and longing. “Don’t you dare,” she breathed, before reconnecting their lips with a fervor that ignited a spark between them.

The world around them faded, the noise of the city outside their windows drowning into a distant hum. They were wrapped in a cocoon of heat and desire, where time ceased to exist and everything felt impossibly right. Toni marveled at how easily their bodies melded together, as if they had been made for this exact moment.

Their clothes were quickly shed as he carried her to her bedroom, barely able to keep their hands and lips off each other.

The door clicked shut behind them, the soft sound echoing like a promise. Toni’s heart raced as she felt Jey's warm hands glide over her bare skin, a thrill racing through her at each gentle touch. She could hardly believe how right this all felt, how every kiss coaxed more urgency from deep within her.

He laid her down on the bed, his body hovering above hers—strong and assured. The dim light cast playful shadows across his chiseled features, making him look almost ethereal. With each brush of his lips against hers, she felt as if she were dissolving into him, losing herself in a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Toni’s hands had a mind of their own as they slowly reached between them, her fingers gently grazing the front of his tatted chest, until they found their place wrapped around his already, hardened member.

A soft moan escaped Jey's lips, his breath hitching at the unexpected contact, igniting a spark of mischief in Toni.

“Easy there, baby,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of restraint and hunger. The intensity of his gaze bore into her, revealing the depths of his own yearning. “I’m not sure if you can handle all this, just yet ma.”

Toni tilted her head to the side, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly started to stroke him, enjoying the way he shuddered beneath her touch.

“Is that so?” She teased, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Without any warning, she rolled them over so she was on top, straddling him. Her hands continued to explore his body, tracing every intricate tattoo and feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

Jey's hands found their way to her hips, guiding her movements as they both lost themselves in the sensation of their bodies moving together. The rhythm was slow and sensual at first, but as their desire grew it became more frantic and desperate.

She could feel him getting even harder beneath her touch and it only spurred her on. She leaned down to kiss him again, unable to resist the pull between them.

With one hand still stroking him, she used the other to guide him towards her dripping entrance. They both groaned in unison as he entered her slowly, allowing them both time to adjust and savor every moment.

Toni's body trembled as Jey filled her, the sensation of being completely connected to him sending shivers down her spine. She moved her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring the feel of him inside her.

Jey's hands gripped her waist tighter, urging her on as he relished the warmth enveloping him. Each movement drew them deeper into this intoxicating dance of passion, where the world outside faded to nothing.

“Fuck, Toni,” he breathed, looking up at her with a mix of awe and lust. “You feel so fuckin’ good ma.”

His length was hitting her g-spot effortlessly, making her see stars. A breathy moan escaped her lips as he gently thrusted his hips upwards, “Take what you need mama.”

She glanced down, taking in the sight of Jey’s face twisted in pleasure, his dark eyes locked onto hers. The power surged through her as she took control, every roll of her hips pushing them closer to ecstasy.

“Is this what you wanted?” she teased, her voice husky and thick with longing. Every thrust ignited a spark within her, an electric connection that made her feel alive in ways she had never imagined possible.

“Hell yeah,” he gasped, his fingers now digging into the flesh of her thighs. “So much more.”

With newfound determination, Toni lifted herself before crashing back down onto him, each movement resonating with urgency. The sounds of their bodies meeting echoed throughout the room, a primal symphony that drowned out all their worries and insecurities.

As she began to ride him faster, the world outside blurred into insignificance; it was just them—two souls entwined in the heat of passion.

“Mmm, fuck.” she moaned loudly, as she felt the coil in the pit of her stomach tighten.

Jey's breath caught in his throat, a low growl escaping him as he watched her lose herself in the rhythm. "That's it, baby. Ride yo shit," he urged, his words dripping with encouragement as he thrust upward to meet her. Each movement sent waves of fire coursing through their bodies, amplifying the urgency of their connection.

She leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin as she felt her pleasure build. The heat radiating from their bodies mingled in the air, thick and intoxicating. Their eyes locked—an unspoken promise passed between them, igniting a chaotic electricity that spiraled around them like a tornado.

“You cummin, mama?” he asked through raged breath. “Y-yessss,” she hissed, the word spilling from her lips like nectar. “I’m gonna- s-so- soo -close,” she stuttered.

Jey's hands slid from her thighs to her waist, pulling her down harder, urging her to surrender to the high tide of pleasure that loomed ever closer.

“Just let go,” he breathed, his voice a captivating whisper that wrapped around her like silk. “Let it all out.”

With his words dancing in her ears, Toni felt an almost magnetic pull drawing her toward the edge. The world outside evaporated; all that existed was this moment, this intoxicating symphony of flesh and desire. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, surrendering to the waves of sensation crashing against her senses.

"Jey," she gasped, her voice trembling as she felt the familiar flutter deepen within her core. The sensations pulsed, an exquisite melting pot of heat and rhythm that had her teetering on the precipice.

As if sensing the storm brewing inside her, Jey adjusted his grip, holding her tighter as he took control and started thrusting upwards. Each collision ignited a crescendo in the chamber of their ecstasy, sending shockwaves rippling through them both.

“Come on, baby. I wanna feel you,” he urged again, his voice low and demanding.

Toni opened her eyes, locking onto his—an imploring gaze reflecting both desire and urgency. “I’m—” But before she could finish, a tide of overwhelming pleasure crashed into her like a rogue wave, swallowing all coherent thought.

“Oh, Fuuuck, Jey!” she cried out, body shaking as bliss exploded within her. She felt herself break apart into a million shimmering pieces, each fragment released like stars scattered across an endless night sky.

The rush ignited something primal in Jey; he wrapped his arms around her body and rolled them over. Now, hovering over her once again.

Toni gasped, the shift in position forcing her heart to race even faster as he dominated her completely. His eyes glinted with a fierceness that matched the heat radiating from their bodies. She could see the raw hunger mirrored in his gaze, a reflection of the explosion she had just experienced. “I’m bout’ to make you make another mess for me real quick. Then Imma slow it down for you.” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin as he lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing along the delicate curve before sweeping up to whisper sweetly in her ear. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Worth every fuckin’ second.”

Toni lay beneath Jey, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, as he continued to press kisses along her neck and collarbone. The fire in his eyes had yet to die down, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body, engulfing her.

“Jey…” she managed, voice trembling, half in protest and half in eager submission. “I–”

“Nah, baby,” He interrupted, pulling back slightly to gaze into her eyes with an intensity that made her melt. “You deserve every second of this, every sensation I'll give you.”

With that, he reached for her thighs. Gently grabbing the back of her knees, pushing them up so that her knees were almost to her chest.

Toni felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with excitement as Jey's grip secured her against the bed. It was a position that left her completely exposed, and yet, in his presence, she found an intoxicating safety. With every inch of her body responding to his touch, anticipation coiled tight within her.

“Just breathe for me,” he instructed softly, his voice laced with authority that made her heart skip. “Just trust me… But, if it’s too much, let me know.”

He kissed her right ankle that dangled close to the side of his face,

“Jey,” she whispered again, but this time it was a plea filled with desperate need.

He looked back down at her momentarily, a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth as he savored the moment. “I know what you want, and I’m about to give it to you.”

With that promise hanging tantalizingly in the air, he pressed forward. Pushing his thick tip into her moist folds slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment just as much as she was. The initial pressure sent a wave of electric pleasure coursing through her, her back arching instinctively to meet him as he filled her.

Toni gasped, eyes wide as she took in the exquisite sensation of him stretching her, filling spaces she didn’t even know were empty. “Jey… oh God,” she breathed, gripping the sheets tightly in an attempt to anchor herself in reality.

Every nerve ending ignited as he began to move, slowly at first—sinking deeper, then pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

“Shit. You so tight around me, ma. So fuckin’ wet for me.” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Each thrust coaxed out another soft moan from her lips, and she could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, urging her closer to the edge once more. Jey’s rhythm was steady but growing more fervent with each passing moment, like a masterful musician drawing out the melody of their shared desires.

Toni met his gaze, eyes wide with exhilaration and awe as she watched his perfect face, contour into a pained ecstasy.

“More,” she breathed out in a voice that trembled with need.

He responded instantly to her unspoken command, quickening the pace—deepening their rhythm until the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room.

She loved how utterly consumed he seemed by the moment.

“This what you wanted ma?” he growled softly between breaths.

“Yes! Just like that daddy!” Toni cried out, pushing her hips up to meet him with each thrust. It felt as if they were entwined in a dance only they could hear—their bodies creating a language.

She could feel his heart racing in tandem with her own—a wild race that echoed the pounding of her pulse.

She dug her nails into his back as he picked up the pace even more, driving into her with abandon now. The headboard banged against the wall with each thrust, adding to the symphony of sounds that filled the room—their ragged breathing, moans of pleasure and cries of bliss mingled together in a symphony that only they could create.

Toni felt herself teetering on the edge once more, unable to hold back any longer. She cried out Jey's name as he rode her harder and faster towards ecstasy.

“I feel you.” He breathed. “Cum for me,” he growled between clenched teeth as he let go of one of her legs, and reached down to rub her clit with his thumb.

And that was all it took. Toni exploded ina rush of pure euphoria, her body pulsing around him like a live wire sending shocks through his every nerve. Colors bloomed behind her eyes as she spiraled into the depths of pleasure, her cries merging with the rhythmic percussion of their connection.

“Jey!” she gasped, drowning in the waves that crashed over and over, pulling her under before releasing her to float gently back. She could feel him falter, the tightening in his core signaling that he was close too, and it sent another jolt of electricity coursing through her.

Time slipped away as they climbed higher together; the very air crackled with tension and desire until it felt as if they were on the brink of something monumental.

Then it happened—the moment when everything collided. Toni’s body seized beneath him as he pushed deeper, and Jey let out a sound that was half growl and half gasp that sent Toni soaring yet again. She felt him swell within her, a deep tremor shaking them both as he lost himself to a blissful release.

“Mmm...” he murmured against her neck as passion ebbed into sweet surrender. They stayed tangled togetherin a haze of warmth and soft whispers, the remnants of their shared ecstasy weaving an invisible thread between their souls.

Toni reveled in the way Jey’s breath fanned gently against her skin, his lips pressed tenderly to her collarbone. She shivered at the sensation, every tiny touch igniting embers deep within her; a reminder that their connection was far from fleeting. With each soft caress, he traced invisible patterns on her flesh that made her sigh and melt further into him.

He brushed a lock of hair away from her face, and in that simple gesture, she felt an overwhelming surge of affection flood through her. Toni smiled up at him, feeling giddy and alive in a way she hadn't known possible. The intimate connection they shared was more than physical; it was as if they were two halves of the same spirit finally reunited after wandering through chaos.

“You so beautiful baby,” he complimented. She bit her lip at his words, and reached up to run her fingers through his now damp hair.

As they lay there, basking in the warmth of their love, Toni couldn't help but think about how he had seen parts of her that no one else had ever seen – the vulnerable and raw parts that she usually kept hidden. And instead of running away from them, he embraced them and loved her even more for them.

Toni's chest rose and fell steadily as she gazed up at him, her hand tracing the line of his jaw, her fingers brushing the faint stubble that added to his rugged appeal. Jey leaned into her touch, his eyes softening as they held hers. For a man who always exuded confidence, the vulnerability he showed in moments like this was what made her fall even harder.

“You know, I’ve thought about this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “What it’d feel like to be this close to you. But I didn’t think it’d be like this… so much more than I imagined.”

He smirked softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek as if he couldn’t stop touching her. “I ain’t gon’ lie. I been tryna play it cool, but you… you make me forget how to keep it together.”

Toni chuckled, her lips curling into a small smile. “You sure you ever had it together in the first place?”

Jey laughed, the deep, rich sound filling the room. “You got jokes now, huh? But nah, for real—this, us—it’s different. Better than I thought it could ever be.”

She nodded, her hand sliding down to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. “It was worth waiting for, wasn’t it?”

“Hell yeah, it was,” he said without hesitation. “All that tension, all those nights thinkin’ about it… it all led to this. And this? It was everything.”

For a while, they stayed silent, letting the moment speak for itself. The warmth of his body against hers, the way his fingers absently traced circles on her hip, and the peaceful rhythm of their breathing created a cocoon of intimacy she never wanted to leave.

“Guess we were both waitin’ on the right time,” she murmured, her voice drowsy with contentment.

He nodded, his lips brushing her lips. “And when it came, it was worth every second of waitin’.”

“Just know, I wasn’t playin’ about slowin’ it down for you though.” he reminded her.

She smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she whispered, “Good, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.”

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To My Bed

5.5K Words🤎

Warning: Dominance, A little bondage, A little spanking, Smuttinesss to the hundredth power.. a little fluff at the end.

For the 18+ crew.... Minors DNI

Angel

OMNISCIENT |

The day had started off wrong.

Angel had barely said two words to Jey since the morning, and it only got worse as the hours passed. They were now at a restaurant for dinner with Jon and Trin, but the tension between them was thick. Angel's cold attitude toward Jey had been impossible to ignore, and even his brother had noticed.

The restaurant buzzed with low conversations, clinking silverware, and the occasional burst of laughter. Trin leaned in toward Angel, noticing her tension had lingered through the evening.

"Girl, what's up with you?" Trin asked softly, sipping her drink as she watched Angel cut into her food with more aggression than necessary.

Angel sighed, shifting in her seat. "It's nothing... I just—" She paused, glancing at Jey, who was deep in conversation with his twin across the table. "He knows what he did."

Trin raised a brow, tilting her head. "Does he, though?"

Angel huffed, folding her arms. "He ignored me the whole day yesterday. Barely said two words, and then today he wants to act like everything's normal. I'm not letting that shit slide."

Trin nodded, her eyes flicking over to Jey before looking back at Angel. "You know how he is. He's been working a lot, yeah, but you know how much he cares about you. He probably didn't mean it like that. Maybe you should just talk to him."

Angel pursed her lips, her attitude growing sharper by the minute. "I shouldn't have to spell it out. He should just get it."

Trin shrugged, giving her a knowing smile. "You know he'll fix it, though. He always does."

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur of minimal conversation between them. Jey had tried to lighten the mood with a few jokes, even nudging her playfully, but Angel kept her responses curt, the coldness between them evident. Jon and Trin picked up on the vibe and kept the chatter going to cover the awkwardness.

By the time they got home, Angel's silent treatment was at an all-time high, but Jey had reached his limit.

The moment the door to their house closed behind them, he tossed his keys on the entry table and turned to face her, his gaze locking onto hers. "You done?"

Angel raised a brow, unbothered. "Done with what?"

"With this little attitude you've had all day," Jey said, voice calm but firm. "You've been snappy, ignoring me, and I'm over it. I told you I was sorry for this morning. But right now? You acting out, and I'm not having it no more Ang."

Angel scoffed, turning to face him. "Oh, now you wanna talk? Where was that energy yesterday when I needed it?"

He stepped closer, catching the hint of something else - something she was trying to bury under all that attitude. His presence immediately dominant, but Angel held her ground, her frustration clear. "You've been on a hundred all day, Angel. I let it slide because I know you, but we're not doin' this."

She raised a brow, her attitude flaring. "Oh, you 'let it slide,' huh? Like you let ignoring me slide yesterday?"

Jey didn't respond, not with words. Instead, he closed the gap between them, his hand wrapping around her throat as he backed her against the living room wall. His dark brown eyes, darkening as his voice deepened and commanding.

"You think I don't know how to handle you, huh? You don't think I know how to fix this attitude you got?"

Angel's breath hitched as her back pressed against the cool wall, the air between them thick with tension. Jey's hand was firm but not forceful, his grip sending a shiver through her. His intense gaze bored into hers, leaving no room for her defiance.

"You think I don't see what you doing?" he continued, his voice low, almost a growl. "Pushing me, testing me all day like I'm just gonna sit here and take it. Nah, Angel. That's not how this shit works. You mad, I get it. But you gonna fix that attitude, and I'm gonna make sure of it."

Angel's chest rose and fell quickly, her pride clashing with the undeniable pull Jey always had on her. She was fierce, stubborn, and she knew exactly how to challenge him. But Jey? He thrived on it. He never backed down when it came to her, and deep down, she knew he loved it when she pushed him to his limits.

"You think this is just gonna magically go away because you're being all 'dominant' right now?" She asked.

His grip on her throat tightened ever so slightly, not in a way that hurt but enough to remind her who was in control. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned closer to her face, his breath warm against her skin. "Oh, nah ma, I'm not just being 'dominant.' I'm being your man, reminding you that this attitude isn't gone slide with me." He brushed his thumb gently along her jawline, contrasting the intensity of his gaze with a tenderness that sent butterflies racing in her stomach.

"You're the one who needs to remember who you're dealing with," he continued, his voice dripping with authority. "I know how to break through that tough exterior shit. It's cute, but it's time to take it down a notch."

Angel tried to hold onto her stubbornness, but it was hard when he was this close, this compelling. She could see the fire in his eyes, the way he was drawing her in. "You can fight me all you want, but you and I both know you love when I get like this." he murmured, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Angel could feel her resolve weakening. He was right—part of her craved this, craved the way he handled her with such confidence and strength. But she fought to hold onto her pride. "And what makes you think I'll just roll over for you, huh?"

A sinister smirk formed on his lips, his grill glistening under the dim lights as his salt and pepper beard grazed her chin.He stepped back slightly, still holding her gaze, but the intensity of his presence loomed like a storm ready to break.

"I'm not asking you to roll over; I'm telling you to stop acting like a brat."

"I don't need t—" she started, but Jey cut her off, his lips crashing against hers with a sudden, commanding kiss that took her breath away. His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her close, and in that moment, she felt her defenses crumble.

Her body responded instinctively, heat pooling in her core as desire flickered to life.

As he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against hers, and she could see the fire in his eyes, a mixture of satisfaction and challenge. He tapped the side of her thigh, "Gone head and take this shit off," He demanded lowly.

Angel swallowed hard, her breath still shaky from the kiss. Jey stepped back, giving her space but still holding her gaze, the intensity in his eyes igniting a thrilling sense of anticipation.

Slowly grabbing the bottom of her dress, she began to pull it up, savoring the way his gaze darkened with desire. She could feel the tension building between them, almost electric, as she teased him with her movements.

"Stop playin' with me, Angel," he warned, his tone shifting to a deep growl that made her pulse quicken.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she slipped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a graceful cascade. The cool air kissed her bare skin, and she stood before him, unguarded yet defiantly confident.

Jey's breath hitched, his eyes roaming over her with a hungry intensity that ignited a fire deep within her.

"Now come here, ma. Let me fix that attitude of yours." he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Angel hesitated for a brief moment, the heat in his gaze stirring something primal within her. She could feel her heart racing, the thrill of vulnerability dancing with her desire to push back. But the challenge in his eyes was too tempting to resist.

As she walked over to him, he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her flush against him, his grip firm yet possessive.

Before she could respond, Jey deftly pulled out a length of soft rope from his pocket. Angel's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of excitement and nervousness washing over her. He flashed her a devilish grin.

With swift, practiced movements, he wrapped the rope around her wrists, securing them behind her back. The sensation sent a thrill through her, a rush of adrenaline mingling with desire. "How does that feel?" he asked, his voice a teasing whisper.

"Not too bad," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but the way her heart raced betrayed her.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, the sight of her bound and vulnerable sending a wave of satisfaction through him. "You look good like this," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "But I think we can make it even better."

As he stepped closer, he gently pushed her towards the couch, letting her knees hit the cushions. She gasped slightly as she felt the soft fabric against her skin, leaving her bent over the back of the couch. "I want you to stay right here, just like this. No running, no fighting." he commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "I'll take care of the rest."

Angel's breath caught in her throat as the reality of her position sank in. The warmth of the couch beneath her mixed with the cool air that kissed her exposed skin, sending shivers through her body. She felt both exposed and exhilarated, the mix of fear and excitement heightening her senses.

Jey leaned over her, his presence looming, making her heart race even faster. His fingers traced a slow path down her spine, the gentle touch a sharp contrast to the intensity of the moment. He hovered behind her, close enough that she could feel his breath, yet not making full contact, teasing her with anticipation.

"You know, ma," he murmured, his voice a low growl in her ear, "this is what happens when you test me." He straightened up, running his hands over her bound wrists, reminding her who was in control. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

Angel shivered at his words, her mind racing with a mix of nervous energy and burning desire. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and intoxicating. Every sense was heightened, waiting for his next move. Part of her wanted to push back, to see how far she could go, but the other part craved the release of control, the safety in surrendering to him.

Jey stood still for a moment, as if savoring the power shift between them. He slowly ran his hand over her thigh, his grip tightening just enough to make her gasp. "Good girl," he whispered. "Now stay still."

Angel could barely breathe, her pulse pounding in her ears as she waited, tethered to the moment, caught in the storm of his dominance.

Without warning, his right hand came down hard on her right ass cheek, the sharp sting of his palm against her skin sending a jolt through her body. Angel gasped, the sudden impact leaving her breathless, but the fire it ignited deep inside her was undeniable. Her body reacted instinctively, hips arching toward him as if begging for more.

Jey's hand lingered for a moment, massaging the spot he'd just claimed, his fingers trailing heat in their wake. "I told you not to play with me," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

Angel's breaths came quicker now, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through her veins. The line between pain and pleasure blurred in the haze of their heated exchange, her body betraying her every time he touched her.

"You wanted to be a brat?" Jey continued, his hand coming down hard on her other cheek, the impact just as sharp and deliberate. A fresh rush of heat flared across her skin, leaving a vivid, red mark that stood out against her smooth, mocha complexion.

"That's two," he muttered, his voice low and commanding. "Seven more to go, mama."

The third strike hit, sending a jolt through her body, her skin tingling under the intensity.

By the fifth, her moans began to escape, her voice betraying the pleasure that each strike was pulling from her. Her ass cheeks, now a deep shade of red, stood out against her mocha skin, her body trembling with a mix of pain and desire that blurred together in a haze of raw sensation.

Jey grinned darkly, satisfied with the reaction he was pulling from her. His hand came down again, the sixth strike landing hard, her skin now a heated, tender red. Her breath was shaky, anticipation curling in her stomach as she waited for the final strike.

And when it came—the seventh and last smack—Angel let out a breathless moan, her body vibrating with the sharp sting that melted into a rush of satisfaction. Her skin was flushed, her mocha complexion now streaked with vivid, crimson marks, each one a reminder of the power he had over her.

Jey leaned down, his beard grazing her ear, his voice a low, husky whisper. "You love it, don't you?" His breath sent a chill down her spine, the contrast between his words and the heat that still lingered on her skin electrifying her entire body.

Angel's chest rose and fell heavily, her breaths quick and uneven. The sting from his strikes still lingered, pulsing warmly beneath the surface of her skin. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the small whimper that threatened to escape, but the overwhelming sensations made it impossible to deny.

"Yeah, I do," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with raw desire. Admitting it sent another rush of heat through her, a mixture of submission and exhilaration that made her heart race.

Jey smirked at her admission, as he ran his hand slowly over her reddened skin, the contrast between the warmth of her body and the coolness of his touch making her shiver. His fingers traced the marks he'd left on her, a proud look crossing his face as he admired the way her mocha skin had reddened under his control.

"You're such a good girl when you stop fighting," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His fingers slid higher, tracing the curve of her waist, up her spine, before resting on the back of her neck. He gave her a gentle squeeze, pulling her closer until his lips brushed her ear. "I like you like this. Submissive. Ready to take whatever I give you."

Angel's knees nearly buckled at his words. She wanted to respond, to say something back, but her mind was a whirlwind of sensation. All she could focus on was the way his touch made her skin burn and the way his voice sent chills down her spine. She had never felt more vulnerable—and yet, she had never felt more alive.

Jey's grip tightened slightly on her neck as he angled her head to the side, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were intense, a dark hunger swirling in their depths. "Don't worry, baby. I'm not done with you yet."

With one swift motion, he pushed her forward, bending her further over the couch until her body was completely at his mercy. The air between them crackled with tension, and Angel could feel every nerve in her body coming alive, tingling in anticipation of what was to come next.

Jey stepped behind her, his fingers sliding down her back, taking his time to savor the moment. His dominance was clear in every calculated touch, in the way he claimed control over every part of her body, leaving her breathless with both desire and submission.

"Stay still," he growled, his voice commanding and firm. "You don't move unless I tell you."

Angel's heart raced as she nodded, her body trembling with the weight of his words. She felt completely at his mercy, completely exposed—but in that moment, she craved it more than anything.

Jey leaned in, his lips brushing against her heated skin, planting a slow, lingering kiss on her lower back before whispering in a voice so low it made her knees weak, "Now, let's see how much more you can take."

His hand reached between her legs, two of his fingers gently tracing her folds with teasing slowness, reveling in the way her body responded to every delicate stroke. Angel inhaled sharply, a mix of pleasure and desperation flooding through her as his fingers caressed her sensitive skin, igniting a fire deep within her core.

Angel squirmed under his touch, the blend of pleasure and the need for more pushing her closer to the edge. "Please," she breathed, a plea that hung heavily in the air between them.

Jey chuckled softly, a sound that vibrated through her like a gentle tremor. "Please what?" he teased, pulling his fingers away just enough to drive her wild. "You have to ask for it, Angel."

A wave of frustration mixed with desire surged within her as she fought to keep still beneath his commanding presence. She was painfully aware of how much she hungered for him—how deeply he had embedded himself into her very being.

"Please... Just fuck me, Josh", she finally managed to utter, her voice barely above a whisper yet charged with urgency. There was an electric thrill in admitting her need like this—vulnerable yet empowered.

"That's more like it," he murmured, his tone sultry and deep, laced with satisfaction.

Slowly removing his fingers out of her warmth, he reached for the button on his jeans. Popping it, he quickly unzipped his pants, letting them drop to his ankles with his boxers in tow. Revealing his hardened dick.

Angel's breath hitched in her throat as she took in the sight of him over her shoulder,  the sheer intensity of his desire reflected in his darkened eyes.

As he took himself in his hands, he gently stroked it. When his eyes met hers, he smirked.

"I thought I told you not to move, ma", he said, his voice low and dangerously seductive. The command hung in the air, a challenge she could hardly resist even as her body writhed in a longing that threatened to consume her.

Angel bit her lip, muscles coiling with anticipation. "I'm sorry, daddy."

His smirk widened as he stepped forward, grabbing the back of her neck, holding her in place.

"Nah, bae. That's strike three for the night. I got you though," he stated before pressing the thick head of himself into her slick entrance.

Angel's eyes instantly rolled to the back of her head as he pushed his way through her tight walls, until he was fully seated inside her, stretching her to the brink of ecstasy.

A muffled moan escaped her lips as she bit her lip from the intense sensation that coursed through her. He began to pull back slowly, teasingly, only to plunge into her depths with a force that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her entire body.

"Fuck, Ang," he growled, his grip on her neck tightening slightly as he established a rhythm, each thrust sending her spiraling deeper into bliss. She could hardly contain herself as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming heat building within her.

"Mmm... Josh," Angel gasped, twisting her body in desperation to meet him, wanting more—needing more. Her nails digging deep into her hands as they were still tied together at the bottom of her back.

Each powerful stroke brought them closer to an edge she was dying to reach. The world beyond faded away, leaving only the intoxicating mix of their bodies moving together, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the stillness of the room.

With every thrust, he pushed her higher, building that exquisite tension that tightened in her core. She arched her back, seeking his touch deeper still, craving the intensity that only he could provide.

Releasing his firm grip on her neck, he reached for the back of her head and tugged at her hair, forcing her to turn and face the full-sized mirror behind the couch, that was in front of her. Her eyes were met with a mesmerizing sight - their bodies entwined in a passionate dance, every touch and movement captured by the reflection. The raw intensity of their lovemaking was painted vividly before her, igniting a mixture of both pleasure and shame within her.

The atmosphere was charged with desire as Josh's commanding voice filled the room. "Look at us, Angel baby," he breathed, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "You look so damn pretty taking this dick, ma." She couldn't tear her eyes away from their reflections, feeling both vulnerable and empowered as she surrendered to his skilled hands and expertly orchestrated pleasure.

The heat radiated from her skin, the sultry air thickening around them, binding them in this cocoon of passion. She watched through half-lidded eyes as Josh's muscles flexed under his tribal tats with each powerful thrust, his determination fueling her own desire. The mirror captured every luscious moment, their breathing quickening in sync as the primal rhythm enveloped them.

As each stroke hit that perfect spot deep inside her, she gasped louder, lost in the sheer pleasure that washed over her like waves crashing against a shore. The world outside ceased to exist; all that mattered were the two of them—bodies colliding in an exquisite dance of flames.

Josh's fingers found their way down her body, tracing over every curve with rough tenderness until he found her core. He toyed with her clit expertly, matching his thrusts with the flicks of his fingers, pulling her closer to the edge. Her breath hitched in her throat as the pressure within her built higher, swirling like a tempest eager to break free.

Her brown eyes watered as she rapidly approached her peak. Jey felt her walls flutter around him, she closed her eyes briefly, immersing herself in the sensations—the rhythm they created together.

But as soon as she did, he gently tugged at her hair again, forcing her gaze back to the mirror. "Look at yourself," he commanded softly but firmly. "Look how being a good girl for me gets you."

A moan escaped her ajar mouth as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. "You gone stop being a brat, bae?" he asked breathlessly. His skillful fingers still expertly rubbing her clit, she nodded her head.

He huffed, removing his fingers from her pearl. Moving his hand to her ass which was still tender from his strikes before. He squeezed one of her cheeks, before slapping it, her skin rippling under the strike. She jolted forward, a gasp escaping her lips, a mix of surprise and unrestrained pleasure flooding her senses. The sting danced across her skin, igniting a fire within her that only intensified the sensations coursing through her body.

"Use them words, Angel. You had a lot to say a few minutes ago," he demanded, his strokes becoming more intense. Angel licked her dry lips, before parting them.

"Y-Yesss Jey. Fuuuck," She moaned as he settled into a relentless rhythm that pushed her to the brink, each thrust deepening their connection.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice low and sultry, sending shivers down her spine. With renewed energy, he tightened his grip on her hips, holding her steady as he drove deeper, harder.

She felt herself spiraling closer to that precipice, the waves of pleasure building around her like a tidal wave ready to break.

"I'm c-cumming" she stuttered as her eyes watched him closely through the mirror.

With that, he quickened his pace once more, thrusting into her with an intensity that stole her breath away.

"Okay, mama. Come on your dick then," he encouraged.

With a sharp intake of breath, she surrendered, waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a relentless tide. "Jey!" she gasped, her eyes crossing as they closed, losing herself in the sensation. Her body quaked around him, tightening and pulsing in rhythm with the throbbing need that enveloped them both.

But even as the pleasure pulsed through her, she caught a glimpse of his expression in the mirror, when she opened her eyes. That raw hunger mixed with satisfaction.

"Angel..." he rasped, the sound thick with yearning. She could see it in his eyes—the way they darkened with desire, how they pinned her in place as if she were the only thing that mattered in that fleeting moment. He was close too. Each thrust became sharper, each movement calculated and precise as he sought to lose himself in her completely.

"Look at me, when I cum in my pussy baby," he commanded, his breath hitching at the very thought.

She strained to meet his gaze in the mirror, and as their eyes locked, she felt a spark—a connection that transcended the physical.

The air was thick with their shared heat, each heartbeat echoing against the walls that surrounded them. She could feel it building again, that familiar tension coiling tightly within her.

"Just a little more, mama" he urged, his movements relentless, pushing her higher and higher. "I need you to feel me."

Her heart raced as she fought to hold onto the moment, to fully immerse herself in everything he was giving her.

And there it was—the final crest of tension that spiraled into an overwhelming rush of bliss. She felt herself shatter, pieces of her scattered in the wake of ecstasy, drowning in the force of it all for the second time. Her moans filled the air, wild and unrestrained as pleasure washed over her like a violent storm.

"Shhh- Josh, Mmm," The sound erupted from her throat as she surrendered completely, her body pulsing around him in rhythmic waves.

He followed closely behind; his breaths coming in staccato bursts as he felt her walls tighten like a vice around him. With one last powerful thrust, he found his release—a surge that filled the space between them, igniting every nerve ending with blissful warmth.

His lips curled back as his teeth were gritted together, his bottom row of gold in his mouth glistened in the mirror as he hissed, "Shiiit," as he watched her in the mirror as their souls collided in that electrifying moment—a perfect harmony spun from shared passion.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Jey and Angel both let out low groans. Jey slowly withdrew from her, his breaths coming in heavy pants. The warmth of his seed seeped from her core and traced a path down her thighs.

Jey stepped out of his pants, leaving them discarded on the floor. He moved quickly down the hallway, heading for the linen closet. After grabbing a clean rag, he made his way to the guest bathroom where he wet the cloth with warm water.

Back in the living room, he couldn't hide the proud smile that spread across his face as he took in Angel's disheveled appearance. She was still bent over the back of the couch, her ample brown ass a deep shade of red from his handprints and her hands still tied behind her back.

He felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him, knowing that they had both found release in their passionate encounter.

With gentle care, Jey approached her, the warm cloth in hand, ready to clean her up. He knelt down behind her, relishing the sight of her curve and the aftermath of their fervent union glistening in the dim light.

He brushed the cloth lightly against her skin, wiping away the remnants of their ecstasy with tender strokes.

Angel shivered at his touch, a mix of satisfaction and lingering sensitivity coursing through her. "Jey," she breathed, still caught in the haze of their pleasure. She turned her head slightly to catch a glimpse of him. The way he looked at her made her stomach flutter—his dark eyes filled with warmth and something deeper, something that ignited a flicker of vulnerability within her.

He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes as if searching for something unsaid between them. "You okay, baby?" he asked softly, his brow creasing with concern even as he continued to clean her up.

"Yea, I'm good bae," she breathed out a laugh that felt like music amidst the quiet aftermath of their earlier storm.

His lips curled into that confident smirk she loved so much. "I only give you what you deserve, Angel." After ensuring she was clean, he tossed the rag aside.

"Now, let's get you untied," he murmured, his fingers deftly working at the knots that bound her wrists. The soft rope slipped free, and she sighed in relief, flexibility returning to her limbs.

As he released her, she turned to face him fully, her chest rising and falling in a quickened rhythm. "Thank you," she said, leaning in to steal a kiss from his lips—soft and lingering, a gentle reminder of their shared moment.

Jey pulled her closer, his hands finding their way to her hips as he deepened the kiss, their bodies fitting together perfectly. After what felt like an eternity lost in each other's embrace, they broke apart. "You sure you okay?" he asked again, his voice laced with sincerity.

She laughed lightly, feeling the warmth of their connection settle like a comforting blanket around them. "You're only too much when you're not enough," she teased, pressing her forehead against his. "I'm sorry for being a brat, baby."

Jey smiled, his eyes softening as he held her close, the tenderness between them a stark contrast to the intensity of earlier. "You ain't gotta apologize," he murmured, brushing a strand of matted hair from her face. "I like when you got a little fire in you."

Angel's lips curved into a small, playful grin. "Yeah, but I know how you like to handle that too."

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against hers as he pulled her even closer. "You know me too well," he said, kissing her forehead gently, the warmth of his affection washing over her like a calm after the storm. "But as long as you're good, that's all that matters."

She looked up into his eyes, the sincerity in his gaze making her heart skip a beat. Despite the dominant edge in their dynamic, there was always an unspoken layer of care, of trust, that grounded them. "I am," she whispered, her voice soft.  

"I'm sorry 'bout yesterday, bae. I know it was wrong for actin' the way I did, which I have no excuse for. But, I ain't gone ever do that again mama,  I promise." he murmured, kissing the top of her head. His hand gently stroked her back, fingers trailing lazily across her skin.

Angel's breath hitched at the sincerity in his words, her heart swelling with emotion. She could feel the weight of his apology, the genuine care he always showed her, no matter how intense things got between them. There was a deep trust between them that nothing could shake.

She lifted her hand, gently brushing his cheek with her fingers. "I know, baby. I'm not mad anymore. I just needed to feel like...you still see me, you know?" Her voice was barely a whisper, but she knew he heard her.

Jey's brow furrowed, his hand pausing on her back as he tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. "Angel, I always see you. Always. You ain't never gotta question that, mama." His voice was low, but the weight of his words hung in the air between them.

Angel nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I believe you," she whispered, leaning into his touch. "Thank you for always making me feel safe, even when I act out."

Jey smiled softly, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "That's my job, baby. To protect you, even when you need a little extra reminding." He pulled her closer, his grip tightening as if to reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere.

She melted into his touch, her body relaxing fully now that the intensity of the moment had passed. Her fingers traced over his tatted forearm, feeling the strength in his muscles, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over her—but only because she allowed.

 They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, their breaths steady and in sync.

"I love you, Angel," he whispered into her hair, his voice low but filled with emotion.

She smiled, her heart swelling at his words. "I love you too, Jey daddy. Always."

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You Deserve

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Sariya |

The soft hum of the television filled the room as Sariya scrolled through her phone, her thumb hovering over Instagram. 

She hadn’t seen much of Jey today—between flights, press events, and the post-Raw buzz, he was running on fumes. She missed him. They’d exchanged a few texts earlier, his replies short but warm. Typical Jey, always keeping his head down and pushing through.

Her heart skipped when she saw his latest post. It was clips of him at the Raw on Netflix premier, the crowd roaring as Netflix's logo lit up the arena. His smile in the video was wide, but his caption was what froze her:

“I don’t kno if I deserve dis, but I worked hard for dis. #historyMade #Yeet2025”

Her heart clenched. She reread the words over and over, anger bubbling under the surface. How could he not see what everyone else does? She stared at the video again, her eyes watering at the sound of fans chanting his name, chanting his catchphrase, singing his entrance music.  They loved him—she loved him—yet he still doubted his worth.

Without a second thought, she typed under his post:

“You don’t know if you deserve this?!!! BOY, STOP PLAYIN’ W/ ME! You’ve put your blood, sweat, and tears into this. YOU MADE HISTORY. And you’ll keep doing it because you’re THAT GUY! Let somebody say you don’t deserve it—I’ll personally square up and beat they ass! 💙👊🏽💐 #FlowersForJey”

Satisfied, she pressed send. Then she sighed, rubbing her temples. It wasn’t enough to just comment. He needed to feel it.

Sariya busied herself in the kitchen, pouring her love into a home-cooked meal. The aroma of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, and collard greens filled the house. A pot of rice simmered on the stove, and she had cornbread baking in the oven. She even made his favorite dessert—banana pudding.

By the time Jey walked through the door, his tired frame filling the entryway, Sariya had the table set and the house filled with warmth.

“Ri,” Jey called out, his voice low and gravelly from the long day.

“In the kitchen, babe!” she called back, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she stepped into the living room.

When she saw him—dressed in his usual travel gear of joggers and a hoodie, his face looking both tired and content—her heart squeezed.

“What’s all this?” he asked, his lips curving into a small smile as he looked at the table.

“Just a little something for my hard-working man,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. “You’ve been running yourself into the ground. You deserve to come home to something nice.”

He kissed the top of her head, his arms circling her. “You didn’t have to do all this, Ri.”

“Yes, I did,” she said firmly, pulling back to look at him. “Now, sit down and eat. I’ve got more surprises waiting after dinner.”

After they ate, with Jey practically groaning in satisfaction at the food, she led him to the living room.

“Lay down. Face down,” she instructed, pointing at the couch.

He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking. “What you got planned, ma?”

“Just trust me,” she said, giggling as she pushed him lightly.

He shook his head, but he obeyed, stretching out on the couch. Sariya climbed onto the back of his thighs, her hands immediately sliding under his shirt to work on the tight knots in his shoulders.

“Damn, girl,” Jey groaned, his head falling forward. “You tryna put me to sleep.”

She smiled, leaning down to kiss the back of his neck. “Maybe. You need it.”

As she worked, kneading out the tension from his muscles, she finally spoke.

“Josh, your post yesterday…it really got to me,” she began, her voice soft.

He tensed slightly under her touch but didn’t interrupt.

“You don’t know if you deserve this? Babe, you deserve everything. You’ve worked so hard, sacrificed so much—not just for yourself, but for your family, your kids, your fans. You’ve poured your soul into this business, and it’s paying off. You earned this.”

His breathing slowed, and she felt him swallow hard.

“Baby,” she continued, her hands still moving across his back, “you’ve inspired so many people. You’ve shown what it means to fight for your dreams, to never give up. I see it in the way your kids look at you, the way fans cheer for you, the way your peers respect you. And I see it in you—the man you are, the man I love.”

“Ri…” His voice was thick with emotion, and he reached back to grab her hand.

She squeezed his fingers. “I’m so proud of you, Josh. For everything you’ve done and everything you are. And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you of that if I have to.”

He turned over, pulling her down into his arms as tears filled his eyes. She cupped his face, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

“I love you more,” she replied, kissing him softly.

In that moment, Jey felt it—the weight of her words, her love, and her unwavering belief in him. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t just hear it. He believed it.

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Living Room Flow | The Usos

Here' s to another Request. The Request: "my request is a pent up three way between reader and the usos 🙈 something about tension and letting it bubble over into something else…" I hope you love this girl... cause whew...🥴

For the 18+ crew... Minors DNI!

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Reader|

I don’t know when it started.

The tension, I mean. Maybe it was when Jey first started looking at me a little too long during training, his eyes sharp, hooded, and smoldering like they could see straight through me. Or maybe it was Jimmy, whose laugh softened into something low and sweet whenever we were alone, his touch lingering on my back just a second too long when he walked past.

It didn’t help that we spent so much time together. As their mentee, I was practically glued to them—early mornings at the gym, late nights at shows, even downtime in our hotel rooms when flights were delayed.

Jey and Jimmy Uso were magnetic. Identical in many ways, yet undeniably different.

Jey, the younger twin, exuded dominance in every movement. His mullet swayed when he leaned over the ropes, his signature grill glinting as he smirked through another witty jab. His Cuban link chain rested heavy against his tribal tattoos, which sprawled across his broad chest and arms like a map of his ancestry. He lived in cropped tops and joggers that sat low on his hips, the sharp V of his torso impossible to ignore.

Jimmy, the older twin, was a contrast—a grounding force. His laugh could light up a room, but there was a quiet intensity behind his gaze that lingered when no one else was paying attention. His hair, longer and usuallu neatly braided, framed his face perfectly, softening the sharp angles of his jawline. While Jey’s presence was a storm, Jimmy was a steady flame—warm, consuming, and deliberate.

And me? I knew what I was doing.

The way Jey’s eyes darkened every time I “accidentally” brushed past him, or how Jimmy’s hands would flex at his sides when I leaned a little too close during our talks—it was intoxicating. I played coy, stretching the tension like a rubber band, knowing it would eventually snap.

It finally did one night in their shared suite.

The snap came when I least expected it.

We were in their suite, unwinding after a long day. Jey had just stepped out of the shower, his skin still glistening, beads of water caught in the dips and curves of his tattoos. 

He wore nothing but gray sweatpants, slung low enough to reveal the waistband of his boxers and the sharp indentations of his hips. His Cuban chain caught the warm glow of the room’s dim lighting, and he rubbed a towel over his damp mullet, the motion casual but maddening.

Jimmy sat on the couch, a drink in hand, his legs sprawled comfortably apart. He was in one of his sleeveless tees, showing off his own inked arms and shoulders, his braids falling over his shoulders as he leaned back. His dark eyes followed me as I shifted in the armchair across from him, feigning focus on my phone while the air buzzed with unspoken words.

“You been playin’ with us,” Jey’s voice broke through the quiet, low and gravelly, a challenge hidden in the drawl of his words. He tossed the towel aside, his eyes locking on mine with an intensity that made my pulse race.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What you talking about?”

Jimmy chuckled, the sound deep and knowing. “She’s good at this, Uce,” he said, his voice softer but no less charged. “Real good. Got us both tied up in knots, and she know it.”

My stomach flipped as they both stared at me, the tension we’d danced around for weeks finally crackling into the open.

“Y’all are imagining things,” I teased, leaning back in the chair, even though my heart was pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

Jey didn’t buy it. He crossed the room in three slow, deliberate steps, towering over me as he leaned down, his chain swinging slightly. His breath was warm against my cheek as he murmured, “You really think we don’t see what you doin’? The way you look at us? Then how you always stay just outta reach?”

That was all Jey needed. His hand gripped the armrest of my chair, his face so close now that I could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. “Nah, baby girl,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “You don’t know how long I’ve been holdin’ out.”

I felt Jimmy before I saw him. His larger frame came up behind me, his hands gently resting on my shoulders. His touch was warm, steady, and entirely different from the aggressive energy Jey radiated in front of me.

“She’s been drivin’ us crazy, Uce,” Jimmy said, his thumbs grazing my shoulders in slow, deliberate circles. “And now she’s all quiet? What happened to that mouth, huh?”

I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking between the two of them. I was trapped, and I knew it. The tension I’d stoked for so long was finally catching up to me, their eyes dark with intent as they cornered me in the chair.

Jey smirked, leaning in closer until our noses nearly touched. “I’m done waitin’,” he said simply, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

And then he kissed me.

The impact was immediate, like a match striking against dry wood. His lips were soft but insistent, demanding everything I had as his hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. He tasted faintly of mint and something deeper, muskier, as his tongue traced the seam of my mouth, coaxing me open.

Behind me, Jimmy’s hands tightened on my shoulders before sliding down my arms, his touch more soothing but no less electric. “Easy, Uce,” he murmured, though the heat in his voice betrayed him. “You’ll scare her off.”

Jey pulled back just enough to smirk down at me, his grill glinting under the light. “She ain’t scared,” he said confidently. “Are you, baby?”

I didn’t answer—not with words, anyway. My hands found his chain, curling into it as I tugged him back down, meeting his kiss with everything I’d been holding back.

Jimmy’s laugh was soft and full of approval as his lips brushed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Where Jey was fire, Jimmy was water, his touch grounding me even as my pulse raced.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” Jimmy’s voice was a low hum against my skin. “All that teasing, all that attitude. You knew we’d catch on eventually.”

Jey’s grip on my waist tightened as he pulled me up from the chair and into him, his breath hot against my lips. “And now you’re ours,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jey’s kiss deepened, his grip on my waist firm, unyielding, like he was staking a claim. His lips moved with precision, his teeth grazing my lower lip just enough to draw a gasp from me. The sound seemed to fuel him, his hands sliding down to the curve of my hips, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

Everything about him was intense—his scent, his touch, the faint jingle of his chain as it brushed my skin, the sharp edges of his grill when his lips parted against mine. Jey didn’t just kiss; he devoured, commanding all of my focus.

Jimmy, on the other hand, was softer, more measured. His hands were warm as they skimmed my sides, fingertips barely brushing the hem of my shirt. He kissed the shell of my ear, his breath fanning over the sensitive skin there, before trailing down to my neck. Each press of his lips was slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the moment, letting me feel the contrast of his gentleness against Jey’s fiery dominance.

“Let her breathe, Uce,” Jimmy murmured, his lips curving into a smile against my neck. His voice was softer than Jey’s but carried the same weight, his tone calm yet commanding in its own right.

“She don’t want to breathe,” Jey shot back, his eyes blazing as he cupped my chin, tilting my face back up to meet his. “Do you, baby?”

I couldn’t find the words to answer, not with the way my senses were overwhelmed by them—by the heat radiating from Jey’s body, the steady strength of Jimmy’s hands as he held me steady, the distinct pull of their different energies.

Jey was relentless. His hands gripped the backs of my thighs as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me toward the couch. He moved with purpose, setting me down just hard enough to make me gasp, his weight pressing into me as he leaned over, his lips finding mine again.

“Always playin’,” he muttered against my mouth, his teeth tugging at my lip before moving to my jawline. “Not so tough now, huh?”

Jimmy followed close behind, his larger frame settling on the couch beside us. He caught my chin in his hand, tilting my face toward him as his lips replaced Jey’s. His kiss was softer, his tongue teasing at first, coaxing rather than taking. Jimmy’s fingers threaded through my hair, his grip firm but not rough, the pads of his thumbs brushing soothing circles against my temples.

“You good, baby?” Jimmy asked, his voice low and full of warmth, his gaze searching mine even as Jey’s hands roamed my body.

The care in his voice sent a shiver through me, grounding me even as my pulse raced. I nodded, my breath hitching as Jey’s lips trailed lower, his teeth grazing the curve of my collarbone.

“She’s more than good,” Jey said, his tone laced with arrogance as he pulled back just enough to smirk down at me. His mullet framed his face, damp strands brushing his cheeks, and his grill flashed as he grinned. “Ain’t that right, baby girl?”

Jimmy’s laugh was low and knowing as he leaned back slightly, letting Jey take the lead for a moment. “Can’t take it too far too fast, Uce. Gotta give her time to catch up.”

“Catch up?” Jey scoffed, his eyes narrowing playfully as he slid his hands under my thighs, pulling me closer. “She’s been runnin’ this game, makin’ us wait. She’s right where she want to be.”

Jimmy shook his head, his smile softening as his hand brushed against my cheek, the contrast in his touch stark against Jey’s rougher approach. “We waited because we wanted to,” he said, his gaze holding mine. “But now that you’re here…” He trailed off, his lips quirking into a smile that was as gentle as it was devastating. “Ain’t no going back.”

The heat between us was building, the space between breaths growing tighter, sharper. Each movement, each kiss, each touch was a calculated step that pushed us further into something we had all known was inevitable. But there was something else—something electric that charged the air when their eyes met.

Jey and Jimmy had always been able to communicate without words, a silent language that only twins could share. And right now, as they both looked at each other over my head, I saw it—something unspoken, but clear. A knowing look, like they were synchronized in a way that went beyond just being brothers. They didn’t need to say a word. Their eyes said it all, and for a moment, it felt like I was the last person in the room.

I didn’t even have time to register the change before they acted on it. Jey moved first, pulling me up and guiding me to straddle him, his hands firm on my waist as he looked up at me with that familiar, cocky grin. But this time, it wasn’t just confidence. It was a promise of something more. Something that was both wild and controlled, something that had simmered between us for too long.

Jimmy leaned in close, his lips brushing against the side of my neck as he whispered in that soft, teasing tone that always made my pulse race, “You want us to fuck you?" 

I couldn’t speak, not with the way Jey was pulling me down toward him, his hands moving under my shirt to trace the lines of my body with possessive urgency. The burn of his rough hands was matched only by the smoothness of Jimmy’s breath against my ear, both of them carving their marks on me in different ways.

But it was the look they shared again that made everything shift. They didn’t even need to say anything. They knew. They were both in tune with each other, and whatever this was, whatever was about to happen, they were ready for it.

I didn’t even realize that I had leaned forward until I felt Jimmy’s lips against mine again, just as Jey tugged my hips down onto his. The contrast between the two of them was palpable, but the intensity, the hunger, was the same. 

Jey’s grip was rough, pulling me closer, his teeth scraping my neck with that signature growl of his, while Jimmy’s touch was gentle, almost reverent, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my lower back.

They were different in so many ways, but when it came down to it, they were the same. The same drive, the same heat. The same need to claim and to be claimed.

“Damn, baby girl,” Jey growled, his lips pressed to my chest as he made me rock against him, his hands guiding the movement as he leaned back, letting me take control for a moment.

 His gaze never left me, his dark eyes full of that primal intensity that always made my heart race. But there was a hint of something softer now, a flicker of something that made me feel like I had them exactly where I wanted them.

But it was the way they moved in perfect synchrony that sent a shiver down my spine. I’d always noticed it before—how they could look at each other, exchange a single glance, and know exactly what the other was thinking. They didn’t need words. 

The way they’d anticipate each other’s moves, the way they communicated without speaking—it was hypnotic. A seamless dance that had been perfected over years of being twins.

Now, it was like I was part of that dance.

Jey’s hands moved with precision, pulling me closer again, his lips taking mine in a heated kiss that was almost bruising in its intensity. Meanwhile, Jimmy’s hands were on my back, supporting me as I continued to rock against Jey, but there was a subtle shift in the air, a shift that only came when both of them were in perfect alignment.

They exchanged another glance, and without a word, Jey’s hands moved to my shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion, leaving me bare before them. My breath caught in my throat, but before I could react, Jimmy’s lips were on my skin again, trailing lower, sending a flood of heat through my body as his mouth kissed its way down my neck.

They were relentless now, the perfect mix of heat and coolness, of rough and gentle. And when they locked eyes again, something clicked.

It wasn’t just a game anymore. This was more than just chemistry.

“We got you,” Jey growled, his hands rough as they slid up my legs, his voice low and commanding, the familiar power behind it.

“Can’t wait to show you, baby,” Jimmy added, his voice full of a promise that made my stomach tighten with anticipation.

And before I could even process the shift, they moved as one, the difference between them almost imperceptible now, both of them igniting the flames that had been smoldering between us for so long.

I was lost in it, lost in them, caught between their contrasting forces, feeling them both take over and claiming me in ways I didn’t even know I wanted.

In that moment, I realized—Jey and Jimmy weren’t just twins. They were the perfect balance of everything I needed. And they both knew exactly how to make me feel it.

Like a snap of a finger, I was swiftly carried to the bed. They both slowly stripped me from my clothes leaving me bare underneath their heavy gazes. Both of them drinking me in, the heat of their stares igniting every nerve ending in my body. My heart raced, pounding a rhythm of desire that seemed to resonate with the predatory glimmer in Jey’s eyes and the more thoughtful yet equally fervent look in Jimmy's.

Jey’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as he looked down at me, his hand brushing the side of my neck in a slow, deliberate motion. His voice was low, laced with that signature hunger that made every inch of me ache for more. "Aye uce, she got piercings," he said, his tone teasing but filled with a dark promise.

Jimmy’s head tilted as he caught Jey's eyes, both of them locking in a silent exchange. Jey’s words seemed to fuel something deeper in Jimmy, that playful glint in his eyes turning into something more primal. He leaned down, his fingers grazing over my skin as they explored, teasing and slow, savoring the moment.

I could feel the heat radiating off them as they moved in tandem, Jey’s touch rough and commanding, Jimmy’s a contrast—gentle yet purposeful, as if he were learning every inch of me in real-time. They moved like they’d done this before, like they were two halves of a whole.

Their hands roamed, each exploring different paths, and as Jimmy’s fingers grazed the curve of my hip, Jey moved closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Let’s see just how much you’re hiding, baby girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, making me shiver in anticipation.

My breath caught as Jey’s fingers dipped lower, and Jimmy followed suit, each twin inching closer to that secret I had kept hidden. They were slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment, each touch sending sparks of electricity racing up my spine.

It wasn’t long before Jey’s fingers traced the outline of the piercing I had tucked away, the one that no one had ever discovered, a private secret just for me. His eyes flashed with curiosity, and I could see the question in them—he had found something that wasn’t supposed to be revealed.

“What’s this, uce?” Jey murmured, his voice low and almost reverent as he traced the delicate metal that lay hidden between by very delicate, but sensitive spot between my thighs. My Nefertiti piercing.

Jimmy smirked, “Damn, girl. You just full of surprises huh?” he questioned as Jey, gently rubbed his thick fingers against it. Earning a low moan to escape my lips.

He added more pressure to it, his thumb circling with a skillful precision that sent waves of pleasure rippling through me. I could hardly process the sensations as both of them leaned in closer, their bodies pressing against mine like a living, breathing furnace.

“Looks like we got ourselves a little treasure,” Jey teased, his voice thick with desire as he slowly begin to kneel down in front of the bed, right between my legs.

“Lemme see how good you taste,” he practically growled before leaning closer to the throbbing heat between my legs. Jimmy climbed onto the bed beside me as he watched his twin, slowly lick my slick folds.

I gasped as Jey's tongue made contact, the sensation electric. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, holding me in place as he explored with slow, deliberate strokes. The metal of his grill added an unexpected texture that sent shivers up my spine.

Jimmy's hand cupped my face, turning me towards him. His kiss was deep and consuming, swallowing my moans as Jey worked between my legs. I could feel Jimmy's other hand trailing down my body, thumb brushing over my nipple before sliding lower.

"That's it, baby," Jimmy murmured against my lips. "Let us take care of you."

Jey's tongue flicked expertly over my piercing, the dual sensations of his mouth and the metal making my hips buck. His grip tightened, keeping me still as he doubled his efforts.

I broke away from Jimmy's kiss with a gasp. "Oh god," I panted, my hand fisting in Jey's damp hair.

Jimmy chuckled low in his throat. "Feels good, doesn't it?" His fingers joined Jey's mouth, circling my clit as his twin's tongue delved deeper. "But we're just getting started."

The twins worked in perfect sync, building the pressure higher and higher.

Jey's mouth was relentless, his tongue alternating between broad strokes and pointed flicks against my piercing. Jimmy's fingers moved with practiced skill, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.

“F-fuck,” I gasped as the pressure was building to an almost unbearable level.

My thighs trembling as I teetered on the edge. Jimmy's free hand cupped my face, turning me towards him.

"Look at me," he commanded softly. "I want to see cum as my brother eats your pussy.”

His words sent a jolt through me. I locked eyes with Jimmy, seeing the intensity and desire burning there. Jey redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on my clit as his tongue flicked rapidly over my piercing.

Until Jey added two of his fingers into my dripping core, curling them expertly to hit that sensitive spot inside me. The dual sensations of his tongue on my clit and his fingers stroking me from within pushed me over the edge. My back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over me, a cry tearing from my throat. Jimmy's hand tightened on my jaw, keeping my gaze locked with his as I came undone.

"That's it, baby," Jimmy murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. "Let it all out."

Jey didn't let up, working me through my orgasm until I was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did he pull back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark with hunger as he looked up at me.

"Shit, girl," he said, his voice rough. "You taste even better than I imagined."

Jimmy's hand slid down to my throat, his grip firm but not constricting. "You ready for more?" he asked, his tone leaving no doubt that this was just the beginning.

I nodded, still breathless from my release. Jimmy's lips curved into a wicked smile as he exchanged a look with his twin. Without a word, they moved in tandem, repositioning me on the bed.

Both of them stood up, and stripped out of their clothes.

Jey and Jimmy stood before me, their muscular bodies on full display. The dim light accentuated every curve and dip of their tattooed skin. Jey's mullet fell messily around his face, while Jimmy's braids cascaded over his broad shoulders. Their eyes were dark with hunger as they looked down at me.

"On your knees, baby girl," Jey commanded, his voice rough with desire.

I complied, my body still trembling from my earlier release. Jimmy's hand tangled in my hair, guiding me towards him. His length was impressive, thick and hard against my lips.

"Open up, pretty girl," he murmured, his tone gentle but firm.

I parted my lips, taking him into my mouth. Jimmy groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. Jey moved behind me, his hands gripping my hips. I felt the head of his dick teasing my entrance, already slick from my previous orgasm.

"Ready for us, baby?" Jey asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I hummed my assent around Jimmy's length, causing him to buck his hips slightly. Jey pushed into me slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way. I moaned around Jimmy, the vibrations making him growl.

The twins set a rhythm, Jey's thrusts pushing me further onto Jimmy's dick. They moved in perfect sync, as if they'd done this a hundred times before.

"Fuck, she feels good," Jey groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he picked up the pace. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, pushing me further onto Jimmy's length.

Jimmy's hand tightened in my hair, guiding my movements as I took him deeper. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Take all of me."

The room filled with the sounds of our collective pleasure - Jey's grunts as he pounded into me from behind, Jimmy's low groans as I worked my mouth along his length, and my own muffled moans. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Jey's thrusts grew more forceful, each one pushing me further onto Jimmy's dick. I gagged slightly as he hit the back of my throat, but Jimmy's hand in my hair kept me in place.

"You're taking us so well, baby girl," Jimmy praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "So fucking good for us."

The sinful complement made me clench around Jey causing him to hiss.

Jey's hand snaked around to my front, his fingers finding my still-sensitive clit. He rubbed tight circles over it, the added stimulation making me moan around Jimmy's length. The vibrations of my voice seemed to push Jimmy closer to the edge, his hips bucking slightly as he fought to maintain control.

"Fuck, she's close," Jey grunted, his fingers working faster. "I can feel her tightening up."

Jimmy's grip on my hair tightened, pulling me off his length for a moment. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at me. That ounce of gentleness completely gone. "You gonna cum again for us, baby?" he asked, his voice rough. "Gonna squeeze my brother's dick while you swallow mine?"

I could only nod, words beyond me as pleasure built to a fever pitch. Jimmy guided me back onto his length, pushing deeper this time. Jey's thrusts became more erratic, his fingers working furiously at my clit.

"That's it," Jey growled. "Cum for us, ma. Show us how good we make you feel."

The combination of Jey's relentless pounding, his skilled fingers, and Jimmy's thick length stretching my throat pushed me over the edge. My second orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body clenching and shuddering around Jey as waves of pleasure washed over me.

My muffled cries and the rhythmic clenching of my walls seemed to trigger something in the twins. They moved faster, harder, chasing their own release.

"Fuck, I'm close," Jimmy grunted, his hips stuttering slightly.

Jey's grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming almost bruising in their intensity. "Me too, Uce," he panted.

With a final, deep thrust, Jey buried himself to the hilt inside me, his body tensing as he came. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, filling me with his warmth, pushed me over the edge once more. My walls clenched around him, milking every last drop as I moaned around Jimmy's length.

Jimmy's grip in my hair tightened almost painfully as he followed his brother over the edge. With a guttural groan, he pushed deep into my throat, his release hot and thick as I swallowed around him.

For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, our bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared pleasure. Slowly, Jey eased out of me, his hands gentle now as they stroked my hips. Jimmy carefully withdrew from my mouth, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips with surprising tenderness.

“Damn, girl," Jey breathed, his voice rough. "That was something else."

Jimmy hummed in agreement, helping me sit up. His eyes, usually so playful, were dark and intense as they roamed over my flushed skin. "You good, bab y girk?" he asked softly.

I nodded, still dizzy from the adrenaline and pleasure coursing through my veins. "I'm... I'm good," I managed to croak out, my voice hoarse from moans and the force of their combined attention. Jimmy sat down on the edge of the bed next to us, leaning back but propped up on his elbows as he looked over at me. He smiled softly, but there was a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes. His hand slid to the side of my face, cupping it gently as he studied me. "Good," he whispered, the word carrying weight as if he needed to hear it before he could let go of the tension in his own body.

Jey shifted beside me, his body still warm against mine. "We ain't done, though," he said, his voice a bit more playful now, but there was a seriousness behind his words that I couldn’t ignore. His hand slid to my back, pulling me closer as if to reassure me that this wasn’t just a one-time thing. "This tension, it’s been building for too long. We need more of this, uce."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at Jey's words. The intensity in his eyes made it clear he meant every syllable. Jimmy nodded in agreement, his thumb tracing my jawline.

"He's right," Jimmy said softly. "This ain't just a one-time thing for us. We want more." His eyes locked with mine, searching. "If you do too."

My heart raced at the implication. This wasn't just about physical release - they wanted something deeper, more lasting. The realization both thrilled and terrified me.

"I..." I started, my voice still rough. "I want that too."

Jey's grip tightened slightly on my hip, a low sound of approval rumbling in his chest. Jimmy's smile widened, genuine warmth spreading across his features.

"Good," Jey murmured, leaning in to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to my shoulder. "Cause we ain't lettin' you go now, baby girl."

Jimmy chuckled, the sound rich and full of promise. "Hope you stay ready for us," he teased, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness to his words. "Cause once we start something, we see it through."

Jey's hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair as he tugged gently, exposing my neck. His lips found my pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Gonna make sure we show you that you're ours in every way," he growled against my throat.

I shivered at his words, arousal stirring anew despite my recent release. Jimmy's hand trailed down my side, fingers dancing along my ribs before dipping lower.

"Think you can take us both this time?" Jimmy asked, his voice low and husky. His fingers teased at my entrance, still slick from earlier.

My breath caught at the implication. "I...can try," I admitted, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me.

Jey's lips curved into a smirk against my skin. "Don't worry, baby girl," he murmured. “We’ll make sure you do.” 

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Touchy Feely

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The air was thick with the salty tang of the ocean as moonlight spilled across the sprawling beach house on the Island of Relevancy, he called it. Inside, the atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation. 

Roman stood at the center of the room, his imposing frame casting a commanding shadow. His long, dark hair fell in damp waves over his broad shoulders, catching the light with every subtle movement. The intricate tribal tattoos etched across his right arm and chest seemed to come alive, telling stories of strength and heritage.

His presence was magnetic. He didn't need to speak; the weight of his gaze and the slight tilt of his head were enough to draw attention. His physique—chiseled and powerful—was a testament to discipline, each muscle rippling under taut, bronze skin. 

You sat on the plush sectional, feeling your breath hitch as Roman approached. His steps were deliberate, his movements like a tide, drawing you closer without effort. 

The soft scent of sandalwood and sea salt lingered in the air around him, intoxicating.

 Beside you, the warmth of the other guest—a striking woman with glowing mahogany skin and a confidence that rivaled Roman's—pressed against your side. 

Her name was Lila, a name as smooth and sultry as the way she carried herself. Her dark, coiled hair framed her sharp cheekbones, and her smile was equal parts daring and inviting.

Roman's eyes, dark as a stormy sea, locked onto yours with an intensity that left no room for doubt—he was in charge. 

That was how it had always been. With him, there was no second-guessing, no hesitation. His dominance wasn't loud; it was in the way his gaze pinned you in place, in the low growl of his voice that sent shivers down your spine, and in the way you craved his approval without ever needing to hear the words.

Now seated in the armchair across from the two of you. He leaned back, resting against the arm of the chair with a predatory grace, his long legs spread slightly, commanding the space as if it were an extension of him.  One large hand rested on his knee, the other gestured toward Lila with a subtle tilt of his head.

"Take care of her," Roman said, his voice deep and deliberate, the weight of his authority filling the room. He wasn't asking.

Lila turned toward you, her full lips curving into a small smile that seemed to soften the moment, even as your pulse raced. Roman's gaze burned into the both of you, watching, assessing, waiting.

"Make her feel good," he added, his tone dropping an octave, sending a jolt straight through you.

Lila moved closer, her movements fluid, her confidence unwavering. Her fingers brushed against your cheek, warm and soft, before trailing down to your collarbone. You felt her breath ghost across your skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the curve of your jaw. Every touch was deliberate, each one coaxing you into a state of surrender.

Roman's presence was an anchor, his steady breathing a constant reminder of his control over the moment. His dark eyes never wavered, watching every reaction, every hitch of your breath, every time your body yielded to Lila's touch. His approval was silent but palpable, the slight curl of his lips letting you know you were exactly where he wanted you to be.

"Good girl," he murmured, the words washing over you like a warm tide.

Lila's hands were exploring now, her touch confident but careful, as though she understood that pleasing you was a way of pleasing him. The air was heavy with the sound of your breath mingling with hers, the occasional rustle of fabric as you shifted under her attention.

"Don't rush," Roman instructed, his voice cutting through the haze. "Take your time with her."

With Roman's command echoing in the air, Lila's fingers stilled for a moment, as if absorbing the weight of his words. You watched her, gauging the blissful intensity of the moment, and felt every tiny detail amplify—each heartbeat, each breath intertwining with the tension that hung thick like mist in the room.

Lila's expression shifted, an impish glint lighting her eyes as she took a step back and surveyed you. "Let's see how far we can take this," she purred, her tone playful yet seductive. The challenge hung in the air between you like a taut string ready to snap.

"You'll be my canvas," she declared, her voice sultry, drawing you deeper into her orbit. "And I'll paint with pleasure."

You swallowed hard at her words, feeling both exposed and exhilarated under Roman's unyielding watch. Every glance from him felt like a caress—empowering yet submissive—and sent shivers coursing through you.

Lila leaned forward again, this time with purpose, cradling your face with both hands as her thumbs grazed your cheekbones. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she whispered softly against your lips. "Are you ready to explore?"

The question hung in the air, weighted by expectation and desire. You nodded almost reflexively—what choice did you have when faced with such palpable allure? Lila smiled at your response; it was one of those mesmerizing smiles that promised adventure and secrets yet untold.

With a gentle pull, she urged you to recline against her. So, that she was behind you, giving Roman a front row seat to what he commanded.

You melted against her, the softness of her touch contrasting with the firm pressure of Roman's gaze, which felt like a tether binding you to his will.

With delicate precision, she began to knead your nipples through your bikini top, her fingers working with intent and finesse. 

Each gentle squeeze sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you, awakening sensations long buried under layers of restraint and expectation. You let out a breathy sigh, which echoed in the quiet room like a soft plea for more—more touch, more sensation, more of everything.

Roman's eyes never left you. The way he watched was almost predatory, a hunter observing his prey, and yet there was something tender beneath that intensity. The dichotomy sent your heart racing even faster, mixing thrills of vulnerability with overwhelming desire.

Lila's hands continued their exploration, brushing higher to trace the curve of your collarbone, then dipping lower to tease the delicate fabric of your bikini top. "Just relax," she murmured against your ear, her breath hot and inviting. "I'll take care of you."

As if on cue, Roman's lips parted. "You know what to do, and what to ask." he instructed lowly to you.

Reminding you of the two simple instructions whenever you two would have your fun:

'Always let me hear you. Always ask me if you can cum.' 

Lila's hands pushed the fabric of your top to the sides, exposing your skin to the cool air and Roman's burning gaze. The contrast sent a ripple of goosebumps cascading across your body, heightening every sensation.

Her fingers returned, now exploring your bare skin with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. She worked with the precision of someone who understood both her purpose and the weight of Roman's expectations. Every touch felt deliberate, calculated to elicit the most exquisite reactions.

Roman leaned forward slightly, his forearms resting on his thighs, his dark hair framing his face. His expression remained unreadable, yet his presence dominated the room. The sharp lines of his jaw and the unwavering focus in his eyes made your pulse flutter.

"Let me hear you," Roman said, his voice a low growl that resonated through you. It wasn't just a request—it was a reminder of his rules.

You let out a soft moan as Lila's lips kissed and lightly sucked the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, as the path her hands slowly descended to the front of your abdomen. Her fingers lightly grazing the top of your bikini bottoms.   

Lila's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms, teasing your flesh just above where you longed for her touch most. The anticipation was almost unbearable; each brush of her fingertips against your skin was electric, igniting a warmth that spread through you like wildfire.

"Are you ready?" she whispered into the shell of your ear, her voice sultry with promise. It felt intimate and thrilling to know that her ministrations were closely monitored by Roman's watchful gaze.

You nodded again, breathless. "Yes," the word slipped out unbidden; it was a proclamation of consent laced with excitement.

Lila's fingers hesitated for just a moment at your answer before she pressed deeper into the fabric, her movements slow and deliberate.

Time seemed to stretch in the charged atmosphere, a shimmering thread of tension binding the three of you together. You could feel Roman's eyes on you, heavy with expectation, and it made your heart race.

With her touch gentle but firm against your clit, slowly rubbing in small tight circles.

Your back arched instinctively, a shiver of pleasure coursing through you as Lila deftly navigated the line between teasing and satisfying. Each circular stroke sent waves of warmth pooling deep within your core, and your breath hitched again, caught in a delicate web of yearning.

As she continued her tantalizing exploration, the world outside this intimate cocoon fell away; all that remained was the electric rhythm of her fingers against your softness and the potency of Roman's presence.

With each flicker of sensation, a swell of urgency built within you—an unquenchable urge to surrender completely to what they were creating. "Please," you breathed out, your voice barely more than a whisper, with an edge of need that hung heavily in the air.

Roman's eyes darkened at your plea, a heat radiating from him that was almost palpable. He silently raised his eyebrow not saying a word.

You knew what you had to ask.

'Before your lips could form the words, Lila's fingers slipped into your wetness. Causing a hoarse moan to escaped your lips. 

The sound ignited something primal in both Lila and Roman, an ember of desire that sparked into a roaring flame. Lila's fingers sank deeper, curling just right, as if she were unlocking the very essence of what made you vulnerable and wild.

Each thrust, each teasing circle of her fingers coaxed forth more of those desperate sounds from you, urging her on.

"More," you murmured, grasping at her arm that was wrapped around your body, anchoring yourself in this moment as the world outside faded into a distant hum. Lila's smile was wicked as she intensified her movements, drawing more pleasure from you until it felt like your entire body was alive with sensation—every nerve ending singing in harmony.

Roman shifted in his position, automatically gaining your full attention. You bit his lips as you watched his perfect face contort with a mix of hunger and restraint. The tension between you felt visceral, palpable, as if the very air around you was charged with desire. His gaze locked onto yours, dark and smoldering, demanding more than just your physical presence.

Lila's fingers twisted and danced within you, the rhythm they set pulling you deeper into a spiral of ecstasy. You felt lost yet wonderfully found in their embrace—a paradox that made every fiber of your being ache for release.

"Roman," you gasped, your voice trembling, teetering on the edge of confession. "I want... I need..."

A low hum escaped his lips, "You know what I wanna hear."

You swallowed, the weight of his words pressing against you like a tangible force. The room felt smaller as heat surged through your body and a wave of anticipation washed over you. Lila's fingers never faltered; they continued their relentless dance, coaxing you closer to the precipice of your desire.

"C-can I cum daddy?" you finally mustered up to ask.

His smirk was blinding, a wicked twist of satisfaction that sent a jolt through you.

"Not yet," he replied, his voice dripping with authority that stirred something primal within you. The soft challenge in his tone ignited a desperation that clawed at your insides, the ache for release growing more intense by the second.

Lila, sensing the shift in energy, increased her rhythm, her fingers becoming an exquisite torment that drove you wild. Each motion was deliberate, aimed at teasing and testing your limits, just as much as Roman's smirk stretched across his face—temptation incarnate.

"Please... I can't hold on much longer," you whimpered, thrumming with need and caught in the whirlwind of lust swirling around you.

"Good," Roman said. 

Lila paused for just a heartbeat to un-tie the strings of your bikini bottoms, exposing you completely to your lover. Before she resumed her torturous motion, fingers gliding like silk against your skin while Roman's gaze bore deep into yours. 

 Her touch was both gentle and commanding, a perfect mirror of Roman’s presence in the room. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “You’re so beautiful like this… so vulnerable.”

Roman’s eyes darkened further, his smirk fading into something more primal, more possessive. He shifted forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he watched every twitch of your body, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips. 

The intensity of his gaze made you feel stripped bare, even beyond the state of your body.

“You think you’re ready?” Roman asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. His question wasn’t rhetorical; it demanded an answer.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with both need and reverence.

A dangerous smirk formed on his lips, as he sat back, instantly relaxing as he continued to watch. “Cum then.”

The command hung in the air, an electrifying pulse that echoed through your very core. Your body responded instinctively, the ache that had been building finally reaching a crescendo, like a wave crashing against the shore.

Lila’s fingers pressed deeper, swirling and teasing in all the right places, a melody composed just for you. Every inch of you exploded with sensation as you felt the pressure within you peak.

You cried out, overwhelmed by pleasure that washed over you like fire and ice in an exhilarating contrast. Your juices leaking out of you almost like a vibrant waterfall, pooling beneath you.

Lila caught your eye, a triumphant smile spreading across her lips as she licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of your ecstasy.

“Good girl,” Roman praised, his words enveloping you in warmth even amidst the chaos of your release.

As the waves of ecstasy receded, leaving only sparking remnants that danced along your skin, you felt yourself come down from the high—a blissful afterglow settling over you like soft silk. But Roman wasn’t finished yet; his eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned toward you, determination carved into every line of his face.

“Not so fast,” he said, raising a challenging brow. “You, come here.” He pointed and demanded to Lila.

Lila’s eyes sparkled with playful defiance as she slowly peeled herself from around your body. She helped you move over before climbing off the couch to slowly sashay over to him.

Roman’s gaze flickered to you as Lila approached him, but his eyes remained steady on yours, as though he were speaking volumes without uttering a single word. His message was clear: Watch.

You shifted on the couch, the lingering warmth of your release making your skin hypersensitive. But now, a different heat began to build within you, one tinged with a flicker of jealousy as Lila dropped gracefully to her knees before him.

Roman’s commanding presence loomed over her as she began her work, her hands reverently sliding up his thick thighs, adorned with intricate tribal tattoos that seemed to ripple with the tension in his muscles. She moved with purpose, a mix of respect and adoration in every touch.

But his eyes never left you.

He leaned back, his posture relaxed but radiating authority, his dark hair falling around his face as his smirk deepened. The smirk wasn’t for Lila—it was for you.

Your stomach twisted, the sharp edge of jealousy making your pulse quicken. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms as you tried to remind yourself of the rules, of why you were here. Roman had orchestrated this moment, every detail planned to perfection, and you knew better than to question him.

Lila began to unbutton his pants with meticulous care, her movements fluid and deliberate. She looked up at him with a sly smile, but Roman didn’t return it. Instead, his eyes burned into yours, his focus unwavering.

He knew you—he knew you. He knew the storm brewing inside you, the battle between submission and possessiveness. And he was thriving off it.

“Enjoying the show, baby?” he asked, his voice smooth, tinged with amusement.

You swallowed hard, nodding because you knew that was what he expected. “Yes, daddy,” you murmured, though the words felt like a betrayal of your own feelings.

“Good.” His tone was clipped, final, as though any protest you might’ve had was irrelevant.

Lila leaned in, her lips pressing against the expanse of his tattoos, her hands roaming over the sculpted planes of his chest. You felt a pang of something fierce and primal rise in your chest as her lips trailed down, her devotion obvious in every movement.

But Roman’s gaze remained locked on you. Even as Lila’s lips worked their magic, his eyes searched yours, reading every flicker of emotion that crossed your face. He knew exactly what you were feeling, and it seemed to fuel him.

“You’re doing great,” he said, but the words weren’t for Lila—they were for you.

A blush rose to your cheeks, heat blooming in your chest as you realized he wasn’t just testing her—he was testing you.

Lila’s hands dipped lower, her movements confident yet deferential, and still, Roman’s focus never wavered. He shifted slightly, his body responding to her ministrations, but every flex of his muscles seemed like a reminder of his control, his dominance.

And then, just when the jealousy felt like it would overwhelm you, Roman raised a hand, beckoning you forward.

“Come here,” he said, his voice low but firm.

Your body moved before your mind caught up, compelled by the authority in his tone. You approached slowly, your legs feeling like jelly beneath you as you tried to keep your composure.

Roman reached out, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze. “Don’t pout,” he said, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “You know I'm all yours.”

His words sent a thrill through you, soothing the sting of jealousy even as the fire in his eyes promised more. 

Roman’s hand slid down to your wrist, guiding you closer until you were standing close to the side of him. His other hand traced the curve of your hip, firm yet reverent, as though he were claiming you all over again.

“Sit,” he commanded, his voice a dark, velvet growl.

You obeyed without question, straddling his lap, the warmth of his body radiating through your skin. Lila moved deftly to the side, her hands and lips now giving attention to Roman’s chest and shoulders, but you could feel his focus entirely on you.

He tilted your head back with a gentle grip on your chin, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was as much a demand as it was a promise. His tongue teased yours, tasting, claiming, before he pulled away just enough to smirk.

“You’ve been so good for me tonight,” he murmured, his words sending a shiver down your spine. 

Before you could respond, his strong hands gripped your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and laying you across the couch. The cool fabric against your heated skin was a sharp contrast that only heightened your sensitivity.

Lila shifted beside you, her eyes sparkling with excitement, a willing co-conspirator in this delicious game of power. Roman turned toward her, a silent cue exchanged that ignited the air around you with unspoken expectations.

“Get her ready for me,” he demanded to Lila. Which she gladly sprung into action. She reached for the knot of your bikini top and untied it, loosening the material before pulling it from your body. Now, leaving you completely bare.

Roman licked his lips as he took in the sight of you, exposed and vulnerable beneath their keen gazes. The air crackled with tension as Lila's hands moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the outlines of your curves as she leaned down, her breath hot against your skin. You could feel her proximity, a comforting presence that softened the intensity of Roman's gaze, yet stoked the flames of your anticipation.

You bit your lip, suppressing a moan as Lila’s fingers danced along your thighs, teasingly close to where you needed her most. With each deliberate stroke, she coaxed warmth back into your body. Roman maintained eye contact with you, his smirk growing more devilish as he observed your reactions.

“Isn’t she doing a wonderful job?” he asked, his voice velvet over gravel.

“She is,” you breathed, unable to hide the quaver in your reply. Your heart raced not just from desire but from the blend of adrenaline and vulnerability—of surrendering to both Roman’s authority and Lila’s gentle touch.

Roman’s fingers slid down the length of both your arms, sending goosebumps prickling in their wake. “Good,” he replied, leaning slightly forward to capture your lips once again in a scorching kiss. This time his tongue plunged deeper, demanding and possessive while Lila continued her ministrations between your thighs.

A small moan escaped your lips as Lila’s fingers applied more pressure to your pearl, causing you to arch into Roman’s body. Lila slowly removed her hand from you, but he replaced it with his. Inserting two of his thick digits into your dripping core.

The sensation was electric, overwhelming every rational thought and pulling you deeper into the whirlpool of pleasure that spiraled around you. Roman’s fingers filled you up perfectly, his rhythm steady and deliberate as he watched your body respond to him with a desperate need.

Roman's smirk widened as he felt your body clench around his fingers, your reactions fueling his dominance. “That’s it, baby,” he rumbled, his voice thick with pride and satisfaction. “Show me how much you need me.”

Your breath hitched, and your hands instinctively gripped his strong forearms as his fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with practiced precision. Lila knelt beside you, her lips brushing against your temple, whispering words of encouragement that only heightened your arousal.

“She’s so responsive,” Lila murmured, her tone filled with admiration.

Roman chuckled, his dark eyes fixed on yours. “She always is. My girl knows how to take what I give her.”

His thumb found your swollen pearl, circling it in tandem with the movement of his fingers. Your back arched involuntarily, pressing your body closer to his as a gasp escaped your lips. The combination of his skillful touch and the weight of his gaze left you trembling, teetering on the edge of release.

“Roman… please,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with desperate longing.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear as he growled, “You know what to say.”

Your mind was a haze, but his dominance grounded you, forcing you to focus on the words he demanded.  "F-Fuck Me, Please" you huffed, your voice shaking with want, each syllable a breathless plea.

Roman’s smile turned dark and hungry, his patience wearing thin as he towered over you, his physique a masterpiece of strength and control. The sharp lines of his abs flexed with every breath he took, and the tribal tattoos etched into his skin seemed alive, emphasizing every ripple of muscle as he leaned closer. The heat radiating from his body felt like a physical force, drawing you further into his gravitational pull.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through the air and settling in your core. “Then you’re gonna take me exactly how I want.”

Before you could respond, Roman shifted, his strong hands gripping your hips and guiding you down beneath him. The rough pads of his fingers dug into your soft flesh, a delicious contrast that made you gasp. 

He pushed your legs apart effortlessly, spreading you wide as he settled between your thighs, the weight of him pressing against you in a way that was both grounding and electrifying.

His dick, warm, thick and commanding, teased your entrance, and the sensation was enough to make your body tremble with anticipation. His broad shoulders framed your view, and the long, dark hair that framed his face added to the primal intensity of the moment.

“You’re soaking for me,” he growled, dragging his tip through your folds, slicking himself with your arousal. “That’s my girl, always ready for me.”

With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to sink into you, stretching you inch by inch. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, every ridge and vein sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your nails raked across his sculpted chest, the heat of his skin searing against your palms as you clung to him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice deep and guttural as he seated himself fully inside you. “You feel so good, baby. So tight, so perfect.”

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust. Roman set a punishing rhythm, each thrust powerful and deliberate, his hips driving into yours with an intensity that left you breathless. His strength was all-encompassing, his body moving with precision as he took you apart piece by piece.

The sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room—wet, obscene, and utterly primal. His hand came up to grasp your jaw, tilting your face so your eyes met his. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm. “I want to see your face when I make you cum.”

The friction of his movements combined with the weight of his dominance sent you spiraling. The way his muscles flexed and bulged with every movement was hypnotic, his power intoxicating. His long hair fell over his shoulders, clinging to his damp skin as he drove you higher and higher.

Roman’s gaze darkened with a hunger that promised he wasn’t anywhere near finished. His strong, calloused hands slid under your thighs, gripping them firmly before lifting you off the couch as if you weighed nothing. The sheer power of him left you breathless, and he adjusted your body so your legs wrapped around his waist. He sat back against the couch, with you still wrapped around his waist. He drove into you again, the angle deep and unforgiving, making you cry out as your fingers clawed at his broad shoulders.

 The way his muscles flexed beneath your touch—his thick biceps taut with the strain of holding you steady—was mesmerizing. Every inch of him radiated dominance, his body a masterful blend of strength and precision.

Roman’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he shifted his grip, sliding his hands to your hips before lifting you effortlessly. Your body trembled as he adjusted your position, shifting you into a deep squat while keeping you impaled on his length.

“You’re gonna work for it now,” he growled, his tone low and demanding, the sound vibrating through your chest as his large hands steadied you.

You felt the pulse of his dominance coursing through your veins, urging you to move. The world outside faded as you became aware only of him and the demands he placed upon you. With a whimper, you began to ride him, each rise and fall stoking the fire within you while igniting an insatiable need for more.

Roman’s grip tightened, guiding your movements with a force that sent a shiver of delight up your spine. His breaths came heavy and ragged, matching the rhythm of your body as it glided along his thick shaft, forcing all thoughts of hesitation from your mind. Each downward thrust buried him deeper inside, his blunt force clashing against your sensitive walls, drawing forth cries you could no longer suppress.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised gruffly, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Just like that—show me how much you want to cum, baby girl.”

His hands were everywhere, guiding your hips, kneading your flesh with a firm touch that had you gasping for breath.

 The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by the sweet sounds of your shared pleasure. Roman’s eyes bore into yours—dark, wild, and filled with an intensity that made your heart race.

“Come on,” he urged, a low growl escaping his lips as he leaned back to watch you. “I want to see every bit of you undone because of me.”

That was all it took. The feeling of his commanding gaze combined with the way he held you so perfectly at the edge pushed you closer and closer to the brink. You could feel the coil within you tightening, ready to snap at any moment.

“Roman…” you breathed, desperation mingling with thrill as you quickened the pace of your movements, eager to chase that elusive high.

With every thrust inward, his thickness rubbed against a spot deep inside that set off stars behind your closed eyelids. You felt yourself teetering on a precipice—the world around you dimming as everything narrowed down to just him and the intoxicating connection you shared.

Without warning, Roman surged upward, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that sent flames licking up your spine. The primal push and pull continued as he rolled his hips upwards, meeting you thrust for thrust. He tasted like sweat and desire—like sin and something far too tempting to resist.

As your bodies synchronized in this rhythm of lust and longing, the world faded away entirely; it was only you two now—lost in one another's skin.

“Please,” you whined against his mouth, nails digging into his broad shoulders as if anchoring yourself to him amidst the rising tide. “Don’t stop.”

With a wicked smile playing on his lips, he gripped your waist tighter and began driving deeper than ever before—each thrust pushing that coil tighter until it felt like it would burst at any second.

“Not stopping,” he promised darkly as he quickened his pace—each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you while bringing you closer and closer to bliss.

The crescendo built within you like a storm breaking loose on an unsuspecting world; it was beautiful and terrifying all at once. As his breath turned ragged and animalistic beneath yours, Roman pulled back slightly—to gaze into your eyes in perfect intensity.

“Let go for me,” he commanded softly but firmly. “Now.”

With that single word—a command wrapped in molten desire—you shattered beneath him. The wave crashed over you violently; pleasure enveloped you wholly as every nerve fired with exquisite bliss. You cried out his name as the world dissolved around you—the only thing remaining was him filling every part of your being.

He followed suit moments later—a deep rumble escaping from his chest as he buried himself deeply within as he spilled into you. The sensation sent aftershocks coursing through both of your.

As you both collapsed against each other, breathless and sated, Roman’s lips found your temple, a rare gentleness in his touch. “You’re mine,” he whispered, the possessiveness in his voice tempered by a hint of affection.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing, a blissful calm settling over you both. Lila’s soft laughter brought you back to the present, and Roman’s dark eyes flicked toward her, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Forgot you were here,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement, but his gaze quickly returned to you. “Doesn’t matter, though. She knows who comes first.”

Roman’s grip on you softened as the last tremors of pleasure faded, but the weight of his presence never left. 

You stayed in his arms, resting against his chest as you both caught your breath. The room was still heavy with the aftermath of the passion you’d just shared, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his eyes softening for a moment as he gazed down at you. There was a certain possessiveness in his touch, but it was laced with a tenderness that only he could provide.

“You did so good for me,” he murmured, his voice low but affectionate.

Lila’s laughter echoed from across the room, and you turned your head to find her lounging comfortably, her eyes gleaming with amusement at the scene before her. 

Roman’s gaze flicked over to her as well, but it was clear that his attention was still firmly fixed on you.

“Now,” he said, his tone shifting as he straightened up slightly, "It's my turn." As he gestured for Lila to come over to both of you. 

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The night is sultry, the air heavy with anticipation. You and Joshua are in your bedroom, the mood already set with low, flickering candlelight casting golden shadows on the walls. The scent of amber and vanilla lingers in the air, mingling with the faint musk of Joshua’s cologne.

A slow, sensual playlist hums in the background, each baseline vibrating through the room and into your bodies.

Joshua sits at the edge of the bed, his salt-and-pepper beard perfectly groomed and his dark brown eyes locked on you. His lips, full and slightly parted, twitch with curiosity as he watches you sway toward him.

Your frame is draped in a sheer black lingerie set, the lace barely concealing your soft, brown skin.

“Damn, baby, you look…” His voice trails off, thick with desire, his hands resting on his thick thighs as he leans back to take you in.

“Perfect?” you offer with a sly smile, stopping between his legs and cupping his chin. Tilting his head up, your french tipped nails grazing his beard.

“More than that,” he murmurs, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. “What’s this about?”

Gently biting your bottom lip, the soft glow of the candles making your eyes shimmer. “You’ve been so good to me, Josh. Thought I’d return the favor. Something special, something… different.”

Before he can ask what you mean, the door opens, and Jasmine steps inside. She’s tall and toned, her skin a deep espresso shade that glows under the warm light. Her jet-black curls fall over her shoulders, and she’s wearing a matching lace set that leaves little to the imagination.

Joshua’s eyes widen, his lips parting in stunned silence as he looks from Jasmine to you.

“Bae…” His voice is low, almost reverent.

“She’s here for us,” you say softly, running your fingers through his curly mullet. “For you, for me. I want this, Josh. I want to see you enjoy yourself.”

Jasmine walks toward them, her hips swaying with confidence. She stands beside Joshua, her hand brushing against his shoulder. “You good with this?” she asks, her voice honey-smooth.

He glances at you, who nod in agreement.

Joshua’s breath hitches, his chest rising and falling in delicate, rapid bursts. The air is thick with unspoken tension, desire radiating from him in waves as he takes in the stunning sight before him: two beautiful women standing, both willing and eager to explore uncharted territory together.

“Yeah… I mean, damn,” he finally manages to say, a hint of awe lacing his tone. His eyes flicker between you and Jasmine, his body responding with anticipation. “I didn’t think you'd really be down for it.”

You smile slyly, an inner warmth blooming at the sight of his excitement. “I know you’ve thought about it. I just wanted to make it real.”

A slow smile spreads across Joshua's face, his uncertainty melting away as desire takes the reins. You watch him shift, the muscles in his tribal inked arms flexing as he leans forward, drawn into the magnetic presence of both you and Jasmine.

Jasmine bites her lip, clearly enjoying the way she’s affecting him, and steps even closer to him. “So what do you want us to do?” she asks playfully, leaning down slightly so her curls cascade over her shoulder, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of her décolletage.

Eyes darkening with lust, Joshua watches as she inches closer. His voice comes out in a gravelly whisper. “I want… I want to see how you handle her first.” His eyes flickered over to you.

You feel a rush of adrenaline at his words, the weight of his gaze igniting a fire deep within. “You want to see me with her?” you tease, your voice sultry as you take a step closer to Jasmine. With intentional slowness, you brush your fingertips against her arm, letting the softness of your touch linger as you gauge Joshua’s reaction.

“Yeah,” he breathes, eyes wide and hungry, taking in the scene unfolding before him, “I want to see how sexy you can get with each other.”

Jasmine smirks, clearly ready for this game too, and takes a step closer so that her body brushes against yours. You both share a knowing glance, an unspoken agreement that tonight is about exploration. The flickering candlelight dances off her skin as she licks her lips, then leans in to whisper something just for you.

“Let’s give him a show then,” she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear.

You nod and turn back toward Joshua, whose expression is a mixture of desire and disbelief. You can see the rise and fall of his chest intensifying with every passing moment.

You feel Jasmine’s hands slowly snake around your waist and up your abdomen, until they reached the top of your lingerie. Gently cupping your breast in her soft hands, you shiver at her contact, your heart racing as warmth spreads through your body. You can feel Joshua’s eyes burning into you, and the desire in his gaze makes the moment even more electrifying.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” Jasmine asks playfully, her voice low and sultry. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against the side of your neck as she plants soft kisses. The sensation sends delightful shivers down your spine. Arching into her touch, caught between exhilaration and nerves. Through low eyes, you see him silently nod his head.

With each kiss Jasmine lands on your neck, the tension in the room thickens to an almost tangible form. You can feel Joshua’s gaze like a warm blanket, enveloping you both as he absorbs every moment unfolding before him.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you whisper, teasingly pulling away from Jasmine just enough to catch his eye. The anticipation rolls off him in waves, his body tense with excitement.

“I—” he begins but pauses, lost momentarily in the sights before him. “I want to see you explore every inch of her,” he finally exhales. Giving Jasmine her first set of orders.

Jasmine catches his gaze, a playful glimmer shining in her eyes as she tilts her head, challenging him to keep watching.”Don’t worry boo. Imma take my time with her. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

With that, you lean into Jasmine again, as her hands found your waist. She slowly slithered her hands to the front of your waist, before dipping her perfectly manicured hand into the front of your lace panties. Instantly your breath hitched, a gasp escaping your lips as her delicate fingers found your warmth. The sensation shot through you, igniting every nerve ending in your body as she teased and explored with a masterful touch.

You bit your lip trying to suppress the soft moans that tried to escape as she played with your pearl.

“You’re a lucky man, Josh” Jasmine murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she continued her tantalizing exploration.

“Just look at how responsive she is.” Jasmine teased as she slid a fingertip inside you, pulling soft whimpers from your lips as you arched into her hand. Your body instinctively craved more, demanding deeper contact, but you were caught in the spell of her touch—and the thrill of being admired by Joshua only amplified it.

Dropping your jaw, soft coarse moans escaped your lips as you tilted your head back against Jasmine’s shoulder.

“Shit.” Jey hissed. His response only spurred Jasmine on; emboldened by his words, she began to work her fingers faster—curling them just right inside you. Every movement was sexy and calculated, designed to draw out sounds of delight from your lips while ensuring Joshua remained entranced.

You were lost in the rhythm, a delicious tension building deep within as Jasmine continued to expertly tease and draw you closer to the edge. Her fingers danced inside you, an intoxicating blend of skill and intention that wrapped around your senses, making everything else fade away.

Lost in Jasmine’s enchanting spell, you finally broke free from your daze enough to meet Joshua’s gaze head-on. There was something exhilarating about sharing this intimate act with him watching—his lust feeding into your own pleasure like a flame igniting kindling.

You watched as he shifted on the bed as his own arousal became more evident.

Licking your lips, reveling in the moment as Jasmine expertly manipulated every sensitive spot within you. You felt your

breath quicken, every pulse of pleasure sending ripples through your core.

“Look at her, Joshua,” Jasmine purred, glancing over at him. “Isn’t she beautiful when she’s lost in pleasure?”

Joshua's eyes are dark with longing, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight before him. “Hell y-yeah… she really is,” he murmured, the raw admiration in his voice igniting something primal within you.

With that, Jasmine turned her focus back to you, intent on bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy. She quickened her pace, fingers swirling and curling inside you like they had been crafted for this very purpose. You could feel the tightening in your belly, a blissful pressure building that begged to be released.

“Are you close babe?” Jasmine whispered in your ear, her breath making your skin tingle.

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as waves of heated sensations washed over you. “S-so fuckin’ close,” you managed to confess between breaths.

“Good,” she smirked, her lips brushing against your ear enticingly. “I want to feel you come for me.”

With renewed fervor, she plunged deeper, coaxing soft cries from your throat as the tension coiled tighter within you.

Jey leaned forward slightly, his expression a blend of awe and need as he watched the two of you.

You turned your gaze back to Jey, needing to share this moment with him as well. His eyes were locked onto you. He knew what was coming next, and it was coming fast.

Jasmine's fingers never faltered; they continued their relentless dance. You felt her smile against your skin, clearly reveling in both your pleasure and Joshua's enthralled response.

“Just for you,” you whispered, before you felt as if you were falling into the deep end. Your body shuttered as your orgasm hit you like

a tidal wave of bliss.

Your vision blurred as white-hot pleasure enveloped you, drowning out every rational thought. You gasped, fingers gripping Jasmine’s wrist tightly as your body convulsed in delicious ecstasy.

You felt Jasmine's fingers still inside you, coaxing out every last shudder.

Panting heavily, your chest rising and falling in a chaotic rhythm as the world gradually came back into focus.

“Damn,” Jey breathed, his voice thick with admiration.

You met his gaze and saw the fire igniting within him—a burning mix of desire and awe that only intensified the afterglow settling over you.

Jasmine pulled her fingers from you, glistening with your essence, and brought them to her lips, licking them clean in a tantalizing show meant for Joshua’s eager eyes.

His eyes narrowed intently on you now; he looked like a predator staring at his prey but with admiration instead of malice. A small smirk formed on your lips.

“Now it's your turn,” Jasmine teased, her voice dripping with seduction. She turned her attention toward Jey, eyes sparkling with mischief as she removed her hands from.

Without warning, you slowly sashayed over to him. Placing your hand on his chin, you tilted his face toward yours, your eyes locking in a fiery connection that spoke volumes. “You ready daddy?” you purred, the thrill of the moment coursing through you once more.

He swallowed hard, nodding slowly as his desire flickered like a flame in his gaze. “Always,” he managed to say, his voice rough and barely contained. You could feel the anticipation radiating off him, urging you forward as you reached for the hem of his black fitted T-shirt.

You lifted it slowly, dragging your fingertips across his abdomen, then his tattooed chest.

As you tossed his shirt aside, your eyes drank in the sight of him—broad shoulders, defined chest, and the way his breath quickened when your fingers brushed against him.

Jasmine watched with a knowing smile, her presence lingering like a warm breeze, an electric current of energy between all three of you. Your fingertips grazed the back of Joshua’s neck gently, feeling the muscles tense under your touch as you leaned closer.

Your lips hovered above his, teasingly close, the heat radiating from both of you building an undeniable tension. You could sense his need, the way he leaned in toward you instinctively, like a moth drawn to a flame. Jasmine shifted behind you, her eyes gleaming with approval as she observed the chemistry sparking between you and Joshua.

With a breathless smile, you closed the distance between your lips and crushed against his in an intoxicating kiss. Jey responded fervently, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn't get enough of you.

The kiss deepened, igniting a hunger that had been simmering just beneath the surface. You gently pulled away from the kiss, before placing your hands on his chest, nudging him to lay back.

As Jey reclined on the bed, his eyes remained locked onto yours, as you reached for the waistband of his sweats.

With a teasing grin, you tugged at his waistband, feeling the tension in the air thicken as you pulled it down just enough to reveal the tantalizing hint of what lay hidden beneath. You could see his muscles ripple in anticipation, his breath hitching as your fingertips brushed against his skin.

You leaned down, planting soft kisses along the pathway from his navel to the waistband of his boxers, each kiss eliciting a low groan from him. You felt powerful and intoxicating, as if every part of this moment was choreographed just for you. With one fluid motion, you pulled down his boxers, freeing him completely.

Jey's arousal stood proud before you, and your breath caught in your throat. You looked up at him through your lashes, a silent question dancing in your gaze. The desire mirrored in his eyes was all the encouragement you needed.

Jasmine moved closer, hovering just above your shoulder like a seductive angel cheering you on. "Go ahead," she urged softly, her voice laced with thrill as she placed a hand on your back. “Show him how much fun we can have together.”

You nodded, feeling invigorated by her words and Jey's eager expression. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the warmth and weight of him pulse against your palm. Your stroke was slow at first; you wanted to savor every moment, every breathy sound escaping Joshua’s lips as pleasure washed over him.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the sensations flooding his body. The intensity of his response only fueled your confidence further, each stroke deepening the connection between you. You loved the way he reacted, how his breath quickened and his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

You leaned down and placed your lips at the tip of his member, tracing soft kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling his body give a shudder in response.

With deliberate slowness, you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before sinking deeper. The sounds he made—groans mixed with soft curses—sent shockwaves of satisfaction coursing through you.

From behind, Jasmine's fingers brushed against your shoulder blades softly, a reminder that she was there too.

Pulling back, you turned your head to look up at her, “Taste him.”

Jasmine’s eyes widened, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips as your words sunk in. She knelt beside you, her presence an electrifying blend of support and challenge.

Without breaking the rhythm of your movements, you felt Jasmine’s warm hand glide over your back, her fingers threading through your hair as she leaned closer. She mirrored your actions, casting a smoldering glance at Jey before lowering herself to his other side.

“Let me show you,” Jasmine whispered, her voice sultry and thick with desire. The two of you—an enticing duology of pleasure and power—were ready to give him an experience he would not soon forge

With every ounce of confidence rushing through you, you watched as Jasmine lunged forward, her mouth wrapping around him opposite yours. The sight was exquisite; both of you working in tandem, taking turns coaxing delightful moans from Joshua as the air thickened with the heady perfume of lust.

“God Damn,” he groaned, panting heavily. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, each thrust of your lips sending him deeper into a haze of pleasure.

You found yourself catching glimpses of his expressions—the way his brows knitted together as he tried to concentrate on not nutting too quickly.

You pulled back slightly to take a breath and looked over at Jasmine. She caught your gaze and nodded with an understanding that spoke volumes. You both began to synchronize your movements—one of you would take him deep while the other focused on kissing

along his length, teasing and tantalizing in an enticing rhythm.

The room reverberated with the sweet symphony of Jey's mixture of gasps, soft groans, and the slick sounds of your lips working together.

You pulled back for just a heartbeat, glancing at him to gauge his reaction. His chest heaved, wisps of sweat glistening under the muted glow of the room—

A wicked grin crept across your face as you glanced sideways at Jasmine; she was practically glowing, her eyes sparkling with mischief as if she had just concocted an enticing plan.

“Climb up, there.” she instructed to you, “Let’s give the man of the hour a night he won’t forget.”

You felt a rush of excitement course through you at Jasmine's words. With a playful nod, you stood up, and stripped out of your lingerie before climbing onto the bed.

Your heart raced as you settled over Jey, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him. His gaze traveled hungrily over your body, sharp and consuming, as if he were savoring every inch of your skin beneath the soft glow of the room.

You positioned yourself just above him, arching your back slightly as you reached out to grasp his length once more—the head brushing tantalizingly against your core. You took a moment to savor the sensation, the heady mix of pleasure and power swirling in your gut.

As you lowered yourself onto him inch by inch, an intoxicating rush enveloped both of you. His size filled you, stretching and pushing against every sensitive nerve ending inside. The sensation sent waves of pleasure rolling through you like ripples in water. Joshua gasped; his hands instinctively flew to your waist, fingers digging in tightly as he adjusted to your body's warmth wrapped around him.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, relishing the way he filled you entirely. You were on fire now—each breath mixing with deep-seated lust that coursed through your veins like wildfire.

But, something changed… Like a light switch. he took over.

With a sudden burst of energy, Jey gripped your hips and thrust upwards, driving himself deeper into you. The unexpected movement took you by surprise, jolting pleasure through your spine. You gasped, and a rush of excitement coursed through your veins as he claimed you with an assertiveness that left little room for hesitation.

His gaze was intense, focused entirely on you as he found his rhythm beneath you. The weight of his desire only ignited the heat pooling in your core. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest for balance while the subtle power shift sent shivers down your spine. In one swift motion, he pulled you close to him and rolled over so that he was in between your thighs.

Now, with you beneath him, he took control completely, his expression a mix of dominance and unyielding need. His eyes flickered to Jasmine, and he smirked. “Ride her face,” he commanded, the authority in his voice sending a jolt of thrill through you. The air crackled with electricity as Jasmine complied, her movements fluid and confident as she maneuvered to straddle your head, her gaze alight with mischief.

You inhaled sharply as desire pooled in your belly, the sight of Jasmine above you both exhilarating and intoxicating. She lowered herself onto you gracefully, her slick heat brushing against your mouth while Joshua positioned himself between your legs. The dual sensations were overwhelming; each connection igniting new levels of pleasure within you.

As Jasmine sank down, you felt her warmth enveloping your mouth and tongue, while Jey aligned himself with your entrance. His thrusts were deliberate and commanding, a rhythm that built momentum with each powerful stroke. The world around you seemed to dissolve into a haze of lust; all that existed was the intoxicating dance of bodies entwined in unholy harmony.

Jasmine’s hands found purchase in your hair as she rode your face hungrily. You moaned against her, the vibrations reverberating through her body, eliciting soft gasps that mingled with Jey's low groans. He was relentless—drawing closer to the edge while simultaneously drawing you deeper into the throes of pleasure.

With one hand gripping your waist tightly and the other reaching up to cup Jasmine's breast, Jey found a rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy crashing over all three of you. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, punctuated by breathy moans and muffled cries.

“Don’t stop,” Jasmine urged breathlessly, leaning back slightly so she could capture your gaze in a heated look.

With renewed vigor, you began to explore Jasmine’s body with your tongue, swirling it around her warmth as you savored every curve, every contour. She gasped above you, her body trembling as your movements sent shivers rippling through her. Jey continued to thrust into you with an artistic precision, the way his hips ground against yours creating waves of ecstasy that drew you further under.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with lust and authority. The words wrapped around you like silken chains, binding you deeper into this intoxicating web of sensations.

Jasmine's hands gripped your hair tighter as she began to ride your mouth more earnestly, coaxing desperate sounds from her throat that echoed in tandem with Joshua’s steady rhythm below. You could feel the tension building in both of them—the pull and push between desire and release drawing closer with each moment.

“Just like that,” she whimpered, leaning back to let the sensation wash over her. Her thighs clenched around your head; every thrust she made pushed you deeper into a state of dizzying arousal.

The heat between the three of you intensified; sweat glistened as bodies moved fluidly, lost in a rhythm that had you teetering on the precipice of bliss.

Jey's grip on your waist tightened as he angled himself deeper, brushing against sensitive spots that made you squirm beneath him.

Time blurred as Jasmine's moans mingled with yours, each body responding in kind to each other's desires. You could feel Jey's urgency building—his every thrust becoming more fervent, muscles tightening and releasing like coils ready to spring. But, he wasn’t done. Abruptly pulling out of you, “Let her up,” he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Jasmine climbed off of me, and moved to the head of the bed. You slowly sat up and looked at Joshua. “Turn around, ma.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across your face, but the coy smile forming on Jey's lips melted away any hesitation. There was an undeniable pull between you, an electrifying hum of mutual desire that made retreating feel impossible.

Your heart raced as he pressed himself against your back, his warm breath ghosting along your shoulder. His hands gripped your waist, guiding you gently onto all fours in the middle of the bed.

With one smooth motion, he thrust deep into you again—this time with renewed fervor that took your breath away. You gasped; each sensation was magnified in this new position as pleasure coursed through you, intertwining seamlessly. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, and whispered sweet nothings that fanned the flames of your desire.

Jasmine watched from her perch at the head of the bed, her gaze filled with a mix of mischief and envy as she leaned back on her elbows.

Their eyes silently met before he nodded to her, “Gone play with yourself, ma. While I fuck her.” Jasmine’s eyes darkened, before she obeyed his command by, sliding her hand down her body.

Jey gripped your hips tighter, thrusting into you with a commanding ferocity that made your moans echo through the room.

Jasmine's breath quickened above you, and the sound of her soft whimpers blended with your own as she pleasured herself. He grabbed you by your hair, firmly tugging your head up to look at her.

“Look at her, mama,” Jey breathed into your ear, his voice low and sultry. “She likes to watch.” Your eyes locking with Jasmine just as she slid a finger inside herself, her lips parting in a soft gasp as she mirrored your pleasure.

The sight of her lost in ecstasy did something wild to you—each thrust from Jey ignited an electric thrill that coursed through your veins. You moaned, arching your back instinctively, pushing back against him as he sank deeper still. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony; time itself melted away, leaving only the raw connection shared between all three of you.

Jasmine’s fingers moved with urgency now, flicking and swirling until she found the sweet spot that drove her closer to bliss. She bit her lower lip, a mix of pleasure and frustration painting her features as she watched you both, desire evident in every curve of her body.

With her own lovely distractions, Jasmine’s movements became more frantic; her breaths quickening with each flick of her fingers.

“Keep looking at her, bae. She’s close.” he urged, his voice dripping with dark delight, and you couldn’t help but comply.

Your eyes remained locked on Jasmine as she writhed in pleasure, her fingers working frantically between her thighs. The sight of her approaching climax, combined with Jey's relentless thrusts, pushed you closer to the edge.

His grip on your hair tightened, his other hand digging into your hip as he increased his pace. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by breathless moans and gasps.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—" Jasmine cried out, her back arching as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm.

The sight of Jasmine's release triggered something primal in Jey. He growled low in your ear, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. "You gonna cum for me too, baby?" he panted, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded frantically, words failing you as pleasure built to an almost unbearable crescendo. His thrusts became more powerful, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each stroke. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap.

“Mmm go’ head ma. I got you.” he encouraged, his voice husky and thick with need.

His words were the final push you needed. With a cry of ecstasy, you tumbled over the edge, your body convulsing with waves of intense pleasure. Your inner walls clenched around Jey, pulling him deeper as your orgasm washed over you.

Jey groaned, his rhythm faltering as your release triggered his own. Quickly pulling out of you and releasing the grasp on your hair, you hurriedly moved to him as his body tensed as he climaxed.

Jasmine met you as his hot seed spilled onto both of your waiting tongues and breasts.

You locked eyes with Jasmine, a silent understanding passing between you as you both licked your lips, savoring Jey's essence. The room was filled with heavy breathing and the lingering scent of passion as the three of you collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and satisfied smiles.

You collapsed onto the bed, your body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Jey fell beside you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Jasmine crawled up to join you both, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the faint music still playing in the background. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady reminder of the passion you'd all just shared.

Jey was the first to break the silence, letting out a low chuckle as he ran a hand through his damp hair. "Damn," he breathed, his voice still rough. "That was..."

"...incredible," you finished for him, a lazy smile spreading across your face. You turned to look at Jasmine, who was stretched out beside you, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. "Thank you for joining us."

Jasmine grinned, her eyes sparkling, "My pleasure, literally," she purred, trailing her fingers along your arm. "Anytime you two want to play again, just give me a call."

You felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you close against his chest. His lips brushed against your forehead in a tender kiss, a stark contrast to the raw passion of moments before. "Thank you," he murmured against your skin. "Both of you.” 

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S.O.S (Sex On Sight)

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Ziamora

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Ziamora's phone buzzed, the text flashing across her screen: "

She smirked, tossing her phone onto the bed beside her.

Her schedule had been just as busy as his—between meetings, appearances, and everything in between.

But whenever they had the chance, they'd send playful texts back and forth, teasing each other about what they'd do when they finally got a moment alone. They both knew the kind of intensity they shared, a chemistry that only grew stronger the longer they were apart.

She bit her lip as she typed back, feeling a little too bold.

Before she could even stop herself, she hit 'send.' The words felt hot on her fingers, a tease, a dare. She liked testing him, seeing just how far he'd let her push before he snapped. But little did she know, her teasing was about to get her in more trouble than she anticipated.

By the time Jey stepped off the plane, he was done with the delays, done with the stress of travel, and done with being apart from her. The whole flight home, his thoughts had drifted to her: the way she laughed, the way she teased, the way she felt beneath his hands. He couldn't wait to see her again, and nothing—not even his exhaustion—was going to stop him.

The moment he pulled into their driveway, the tension in his chest loosened. He could almost taste her already. He barely put his bag down before he was heading toward the door, a determination in his step.

Inside the house, Ziamora was oblivious to the fact that he had arrived. She sat at her desk, surrounded by papers, her iPad open in front of her as she tried to finalize some last-minute work. Her Beats headphones sat comfortably on her head, the soft sound of music spilling into her ears as she worked, deep in focus.

Her nightgown—soft and flowy, made of light cotton—draped loosely over her body, barely skimming the tops of her thighs. The color was a pale lavender, one that made her skin glow softly under the dim light of the desk lamp.

The glasses perched on her nose were the final touch to her look—her hair pulled back into a messy bun, strands falling loosely by her temples. The look was effortless, comfortable, but to Jey? It was everything. He loved when she wore her glasses, when she seemed so effortlessly beautiful, caught up in her own world.

He grinned as he stood in the doorway, watching her for a moment, taking in the sight of her. The subtle curve of her back, the way her fingers moved across the screen of her iPad, the way she hummed to herself. He felt the desire in his chest flare, and he knew—he didn't need to say a word.

He walked in slowly, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the carpet. His dark eyes never left her, watching her, studying the way she was so unaware of his presence. She was his. She just didn't know it yet.

The only sound that reached her was the faint creak of the door as it closed behind him.

Ziamora didn't notice until Jey's shadow loomed over her. She looked over with a soft gasp, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him. The tiredness from the flight was gone; instead, his dark eyes were filled with heat, his full lips curved in a slow, knowing smile.

"J-Jey..." She whispered, surprised, but her voice was cut off when he reached down and snatched the Beats from her head, tossing them aside without a second thought.

He didn't waste a second. Without saying a word, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her out of the chair with a strength that always amazed her, pulling her against his chest. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat radiating off him, his body solid and firm, his tribal tattoos visible as the sleeves of his shirt rolled up slightly, showing off the intricate ink that marked his skin.

His salt-and-pepper beard brushed against her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers, silencing any protests. The familiar taste of him—warm, masculine—hit her instantly, and she moaned against him, threading her fingers into his hair, tugging him closer.

Her body responded almost instantly, a spark of heat igniting between them. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her, but there was no time to speak, no time to explain.

With one swift motion, Jey set her back down on the desk, pushing papers aside as if they didn't matter. The action was quick, decisive, and everything in her body told her she needed him now.

Her nightgown slid up her thighs as she shifted against the cool surface of the desk. He didn't waste a moment. His hands were all over her, gripping her waist, pulling her close as his lips traveled down her neck. His beard scraped against her skin, sending a shiver through her body—it was almost too much to bear.

"Jey," she gasped.

"You been playin' with me all day, ma," he growled, his hand sliding under her nightgown to rest against the small of her back.

He pressed his body closer, as if wanting to absorb her entirely. Ziamora could hardly breathe; the intoxicating mix of anticipation and desire coursed through her veins like wildfire. She could feel his heartbeat drumming through her chest, matching the rhythm of her own racing pulse.

"Y-you know I was just teasing yo-" He cut her off by reaching between her thighs, his fingers grazing her slick folds. He shuddered as he realized she had no panties on.

"Teasing, huh?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and heavy. His fingers danced over her, tracing the slickness that coated her. "Looks like you been waiting fo me to come home and handle you."

Ziamora's head fell back as a soft moan escaped her lips, the sensation igniting every nerve in her body. She could hardly manage a coherent thought, especially not one that would convince him of any innocence. Instead, she leaned into him, arching her back as his fingers slipped into her warm wetness.

"I—I didn't think you'd be home so soon," she stammered between gasps, feeling every flick of his thumb send jolts of pleasure racing through her.

"Maybe you should've thought about that before sending me them texts, ma." The mischievous spark in his eyes was unwavering, fueled by the power he held over her, and it was irresistible.

Her grip on the edge of the desk tightened as he slid his fingers deeper, twisting them just right, and she felt the pressure building inside her, a tension that begged for release.

Ziamora's breath quickened, her body responding to his every touch like a finely tuned instrument. The teasing had transformed into a delicious game of power and surrender, and she was utterly captivated.

"B-B-Bae,"she stuttered, her words coming out like breathless whispers, "I can't—"

But the look in his eyes silenced her. Jey's gaze was a storm of determination and desire, as if he could read every hidden thought behind her moans, every pulse of need that thrummed through her body. He leaned in closer, brushing his lips along her jawline, down to the sensitive slope of her neck—each caress was like fire against her cool skin.

"Can't?" he teased gently, punctuating his question with another stroke of his fingers, coaxing out a desperate whimper from her. "You don't really mean that."

Pushing aside the tumult of pleasure, Ziamora searched for some semblance of composure, but how could she when all she felt was him? The way he moved, the way he claimed her without hesitation—the very space between them crackled with unspoken promises.

"Jey, I have to finis—" She inhaled sharply as he found a spot that made her legs quiver. Her head fell back again, as she bit her lip and lost herself in the moment.

"Shh," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and gravelly. "Just enjoy the ride." His fingers curled in a way that shot bright sparks through her body. "Make a mess for me, mama. I got you."

Ziamora's world shrank to just Jey and the overwhelming pleasure he was literally digging out of her.

His fingers coaxed, stroked, and filled her the way only he knew how, each movement synced to her rising need. She felt the heat pooling deep inside, a pressure building with every delicious thrust of his skilled hands. She had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him in this moment.

"Please," she gasped, desperation threading through her voice. "I need to..."

"Need to what?" Jey's voice was a tantalizing whisper against her ear, teasing her further as his fingers continued their relentless dance, reveling in the way her body responded to him—all heat and liquid longing. "Tell me how you want it, Zia."

Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and frustration as she grappled with her words. The room felt impossibly hot, and every breath she took was laced with his intoxicating scent.

She focused on him as he stood back, "I... Oh sssshit." she hissed before she could tell him what she needed. Her orgasm swept over her like a powerful tide, crashing and pulling her under, erasing any thoughts that lingered in the back of her mind. She gasped, every nerve ending igniting in a blaze of euphoria as she felt the world around her dissolve.

Jey leaned his forehead on hers as he felt her walls pulsate around his fingers, as he kept his pace. Stroking her through the aftershocks, his eyes darkened with a fierce satisfaction.

"So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me. Just like that."

Ziamora clung to him, breathless and trembling, as waves of pleasure cascaded down her spine. His fingers began to slow, but the intensity of his gaze never faltered. She could feel the weight of his desire pressing down on her, heavy yet comforting—a reminder that she was more than just a fleeting moment for him.

"Look at me," he urged softly, lifting her chin with a gentle grip. The warmth in his eyes felt like a balm over her racing heart as she met his gaze. "You good?"

"I'm more than good," she whispered, her voice still shaky from the remnants of ecstasy.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Jey replied, a playful lilt in his voice as he brushed his thumb along her cheekbone. "But I think... I think you need a little bit more."

Before she could question him, he swept her up off the desk, slowly helping her stand. With one swift motion, he turned her around so her back was facing him. Reaching around her he moved her Ipad and papers out of the way.

Ziamora slightly frowned but then gasped as he pressed her against the cool surface of the desk, his warmth enveloping her like a cloak. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fresh spark of desire that pulsed between them.

"Jey—" she started to protest, but he silenced her with a low chuckle, brushing his lips and thick beard against the back of her neck as he held her in place.

"You wanted to play, right?" His voice was an alluring whisper, teasing yet filled with an undeniable edge. "Let's turn up the heat."

Ziamora's breath hitched as she felt his hands explore her body again, this time with more urgency. He gripped her waist firmly, kneading the soft skin beneath his fingers while his mouth trailed kisses along her shoulder. Each touch ignited flames across her skin, and she leaned back into him instinctively, craving more.

He lifted her nightgown higher, exposing her bare legs and ass to the open air and sending a thrill coursing through her. "Just like that," he murmured, his hands sliding to her perfect ample ass. "I missed all this ass, ma." His fingers dug into her flesh with a possessive grip.

She looked back over her shoulder at him through her glasses, their eyes locking in a fierce connection that felt primal. She pushed her hips back, thrusting her ass against him.  He darkly chuckled, "See... you STILL playin' with me Zia."

"Always baby," she breathed, a playful smile teasing her lips despite the shudder of desire coursing through her. She relished in the way he watched her, his gaze a heat all on its own, consuming and igniting her spirit.

He smiled wickedly, "Bet." Was all he said before stepping back a little. Reaching for the waistband of his Nike sweats, he pushed them down his toned thighs. Letting them pool around his ankles.

No words were said as he made the next move. Grabbing at her nightgown around her waist, he balled it up at the small of her back with one hand as the other grasped his dick.

With a deliberate slowness and without warning, he slid the tip of himself along her slick entrance, teasingly drawing circles that sent jolts of pleasure radiating through her. Ziamora writhed against the desk, craving the sensation of him filling her, aching for the depth of connection they shared.

He pushed forward gently, inching inside her slowly, giving her a taste of what was to come. She gasped and arched at the intrusion, every nerve ending lighting up under his control as he filled her completely. 

A soft moan escaped her lips, as he filled her completely. She turned her head away from him, trying to hold on to the little concentration she had left. Jey placed his hand that was on his member to the back of her neck. "Nah, mama. Don't look away. Look at me while I fuck you."

She turned to look back at him again, over her shoulder. Biting her lip as she watched him slowly start to thrust his hips into her. Instantly hitting her g-spot, over and over again. Her eyes slowly started to cross as the pressure built up again, in the pit of her stomach.

Jey smirked, "You 'bout to cum again mama? Damn. I just got in it." he teased as he snapped his hips back and forth. The sound of their skin echoing off her office walls. She nodded, trying to find words.

"F-Fuuuck, yesss," Ziamora gasped, her fingers clawing at the smooth surface of the desk. His rhythm intensified, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The desk creaked beneath her, papers falling to the floor, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was this moment, this connection.

Her glasses now slanted on her face as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. "I-I'm- I'm cummming," she moaned as her body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her walls clenched around him, pulsing with intensity. Jey groaned, feeling her tighten around him.

"Mhmm, I know bae." He growled, his pace never faltering. "Cum all over yo dick."

Ziamora's body shuddered as the orgasm washed over her, intense waves of pleasure radiating from her core. Her legs trembled, threatening to give out, but Jey's firm grip now on her hips kept her steady. He continued his relentless pace, drawing out her climax with each deep thrust.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let it go for me."

She whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Her glasses had slipped further down her nose, and she could barely focus on anything but the feeling of him inside her.

As he slowly fucked her through her second orgasm for the night, he reached for the back of her left thigh. Grabbing the back of her knee, lifting it so it was now on the desk. Opening her up more for him. He reached for the front of her throat, pulling her up so that her back was against his chest.

Ziamora gasped at the new position, feeling even more exposed and vulnerable. Jey's hand on her throat wasn't constricting, but the gentle pressure sent a thrill through her body. His other arm wrapped around her waist, holding her flush against him as he continued to thrust deep inside her.

"You feel so good," he growled in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "So tight, so wet for me."

She could only moan in response, her mind hazy with pleasure. The new angle allowed him to hit spots inside her that made her see stars. Her hand reached back to grip his hair, needing something to anchor her as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her once more.

Jey's lips trailed along her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "This what yo ass gets for teasing me," he muttered. "I. Told. Yo. Ass. I. Was. Gone. Handle. You." he said through gritted teeth as he thrusted with every syllable, earning chopped moans from her.

"Oh myyy-!" Ziamora cried out, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. The intensity of his words combined with his relentless pace pushed her closer to the edge once again. She could feel the coil of pleasure tightening deep within her core, threatening to snap at any moment.

Jey's grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist as he held her steady. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the room, mixing with their heavy breaths and moans.

"You gonna cum again for me, baby?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you missed this dick."

Ziamora nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. Her legs shook, threatening to give out, but Jey's strong arms kept her upright.

"I can't- I can't-" she gasped, her words cut off by another moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

"Yes, you can," Jey encouraged, his lips brushing against her ear. "Give me that nut, Zia."

With those words, Ziamora felt herself falling over the edge. Her body tensed, then shuddered violently as waves of ecstasy washed over her. She cried out Jey's name, her voice breaking as the intensity of her third orgasm overwhelmed her.

Jey held her tightly as she convulsed in his arms, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. The feeling of her walls clenching around him pushed him closer to his own release. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own climax.

"Fuck, Zia," he groaned, his movements becoming more erratic. "I'm close, baby. Where you want it?"

Ziamora, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, could barely form words. She managed to mewl out, "Cum inside me, daddy."

That was all the encouragement Jey needed. With a few more powerful thrusts, he felt the tension in his body snap. He pulled her flush against him, burying himself deep inside her as he came, his hips jerking with each pulse of his release.

"Shit," he hissed, his body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He held Ziamora close, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as they both rode out the intensity of their shared climax.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Slowly, Jey's grip on Ziamora loosened, and he gently helped her lower her leg from the desk. He stayed inside her for a few more seconds, savoring the connection, before slowly pulling out.

Ziamora whimpered softly as Jey withdrew, feeling suddenly empty without him. Her legs trembled as she tried to steady herself against the desk. Jey's strong arms wrapped around her waist, supporting her as he turned her to face him.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her flushed face. His eyes, dark with lingering desire, searched hers with tender concern.

She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes." she whispered, leaning into his embrace. "That was... intense."

Jey chuckled, the sound low and warm against her skin. "That's what happens when you play with fire, ma." He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then her nose, before capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss that made her toes curl.

When they finally parted, both slightly breathless, Ziamora couldn't help but giggle. "I guess I should tease you more often if this is the end result."

Jey's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Don't push your luck, baby girl. Your ass might not be able to walk tomorrow."

She raised an eyebrow, a challenging smirk on her face. "Is that a promise?"

A slow grin spread across his face. "Oh, you really wanna keep testin' me, huh?" He gripped her hips, "I can go all night, baby. Question is, can you handle it?"

Ziamora bit her lip as she gazed up at Jey. "You know I can handle anything you dish out, daddy," she purred, running her hands up his muscular chest.

Jey's grip on her hips tightened, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Aight. Imma hold you to it then, Freaky ass. Let's go."

Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms, eliciting a surprised yelp from Ziamora. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the office.

As they reached the bedroom, Jey kicked the door shut behind them. He tossed Ziamora onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly on impact. Before she could catch her breath, he was on her, his muscular frame caging her in.

"Now," he growled, his lips inches from hers, "let's see how many more times I can make you cum tonight. And you better not do none of that runnin' shit either."

'I need that S.O.S, sex on sight baby, it's urgent. Let me fuck up all your plans, come put this work in.'

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Shayla adjusted the last of the candles on the coffee table, her gaze sweeping the room to ensure everything was perfect. The flickering flames cast a soft, golden glow over the living room, complementing the rose petals that trailed from the door to the pole she had installed just weeks ago.

A subtle scent of vanilla and amber lingered in the air, thanks to the candles she'd carefully chosen for the evening. Tonight was special, and she wanted it to be nothing short of unforgettable.

She'd missed Joshua terribly during his time on the road. It didn't matter how many video calls or text messages they exchanged—nothing compared to having him there, in the flesh.

Shayla had planned every detail of tonight meticulously, wanting to show him just how much she appreciated and desired him. Slipping into her black silk robe, she took a deep breath and smoothed her hands over the fabric, ensuring her lingerie underneath was perfectly positioned.

The sound of the front door unlocking sent a thrill racing through her. He was home.

Joshua stepped inside, his presence commanding the room as always. His travel bag dropped to the floor, forgotten, as he took in the scene before him. His dark eyes scanned the candles, the rose petals, and finally landed on Shayla, who stood near the pole with a shy but sultry smile.

"What's all this, baby?" he asked, his deep voice laced with curiosity and a touch of heat.

Shayla shrugged playfully, her fingers toying with the tie of her robe. "Just wanted to make tonight special. You've been working so hard. Thought I'd show you a little appreciation."

Joshua's lips curved into a smirk as he stepped closer, his broad shoulders filling her vision. "You didn't have to go through all this for me, Shay."

"I wanted to," she murmured, her voice soft yet firm. "Now, sit ya fine ass down and let me take care of you."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, but complied, lowering himself onto the plush couch. Shayla turned toward the pole, the back of her robe parting slightly to reveal a hint of her lace-covered curves.

She heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled to herself. Hooking her fingers around the tie of her robe, she pulled it loose and let the fabric fall to the floor, revealing the black lingerie that clung to her body like a second skin.

"God Damn," Joshua muttered under his breath, leaning back and spreading his legs, his posture screaming dominance even as he watched her with hungry eyes.

Shayla began to move, her hands gripping the pole as she swayed her hips in time with the sultry beat of Rihanna's song Skin playing from the speakers.

Her body glided effortlessly, every move a testament to the hours she'd spent practicing. She spun, arched, and slid, her eyes never leaving his. The heat in his gaze made her feel bold, confident.

When she finally dropped into a split at the base of the pole, Joshua's low growl of approval sent a shiver down her spine.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding.

Shayla slowly rose but was stopped when he held his hand up. "Nah, ma. Crawl to me." he beckoned with two fingers.

A flush of heat rushed through her, and she obeyed, lowering herself to her hands and knees. She crawled toward him, her movements slow and deliberate, the silkiness of her lingerie brushing against her skin with every shift. Her eyes locked on his, the intensity of his gaze making her body tremble with anticipation.

When she reached him, Joshua leaned forward, gripping her chin with one hand, tilting her face up to his. "You've been a good girl tonight," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.

Shayla's breath hitched at the tenderness of his touch, a contrast to the commanding authority in his voice. "And what do you think good girls deserve?" she asked, her heart racing as she leaned into his hand.

Joshua studied her for a moment, his expression shifting from playful to serious. "They deserve to be rewarded." He released her chin, allowing his fingers to trace a slow path down her neck, skimming over the lace that hugged her curves. Each deliberate caress ignited a fire beneath her skin.

Letting her go he leaned back slightly, "But, first..." his eyes darkening with lust. "Lemme see how well you can follow orders."

She swallowed hard but nodded slowly, her pulse quickening at the thought of what he might demand.

"Stand up," he commanded, and she complied, feeling the heat radiating from his body as she rose to her full height. She could feel the anticipation humming in the air around them, thickening the atmosphere with unspoken desires.

"Now turn around," he instructed, his tone brooking no argument. Shayla obeyed, pivoting gracefully on her heels until her back faced him. She could feel his eyes raking over her body, igniting every nerve in her skin. The thrill that coursed through her was intoxicating.

"Bend over, baby," he said, his voice low and velvety, a command wrapped in seduction. She bent at the waist, letting her upper body dip towards the floor while keeping her legs straight. The position accentuated the curve of her back and thrust her hips upward, showcasing every contour of her body.

"Perfect." Joshua's breath hitched as he leaned forward slightly, and she could sense him taking in the sight of her like a fine meal. "Now, let's see what this lingerie can really do."

She heard him shift on the couch, and the next second she felt his large warm hands sliding along the sides of her thighs, tracing upwards toward the lace that adorned her hips. His fingers brushed teasingly against her skin, making electricity spark where they touched.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded softly.

Shayla quivered at his words but complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she parted her legs, exposing herself to him. The air felt charged with desire, and she savored the moment, knowing how vulnerable yet powerful it made her feel.

"Good girl," he murmured, the praise hanging between them like a heavy promise. Joshua's fingers danced along the edge of her lace, teasing but never fully committing. With a gentle tug, he pulled at the fabric, and a shiver raced through Shayla as she felt the fabric stretch against her skin.

"You drippin' for me already." His voice was low, almost a growl as he leaned closer, his hot breath grazing the sensitive skin of her back.

Shayla let out a shaky breath, feeling the heat of his body enveloping her. "Only for you, daddy," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

"Good." Joshua's tone turned gravelly as he pressed closer, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "I want you to enjoy every single second of this as much as I am."

He slid his fingers beneath the fabric, right where her wet core was. Gently but firmly, running his fingers across her moist folds.

A gasp escaped her lips as Joshua's fingers explored her with meticulous care, lighting her body on fire with each deliberate stroke. The world around her narrowed to the sensations—the warm dim glow of candles, the rhythmic pulse of music, and the overwhelming ache for him coursing through her veins.

"Tell me how it feels," he urged, his voice rough with desire, still teasing but tinted with an edge of authority that made her pulse race even faster.

Shayla barely had the breath to respond. Each glide of his fingers sent waves of pleasure surging through her, teasing and tempting but never pushing her over the edge. "It feels... sooo good," she finally managed to breath out, surrendering fully to the delicious tension building inside her.

"Good," Joshua murmured again, his thumb finding her sensitive pearl and rubbing in lazy circles. Her knees nearly buckled as a moan slipped free from her lips, lost in the sultry air. "But I know you can do better than that bae."

His fingers paused for just a moment, and she felt the electricity of desire crackle in the still air, teasing her unmercifully. He leaned in even closer, his hot breath brushing against her ass cheeks. "Show me how much you want it."

He slowly slid his fingers out of her, leaving her quiver with need, an aching emptiness where only seconds before there had been the sweet ecstasy of his touch.

"Turn around. Get on your knees." He commanded, an edge of urgency threading his tone.

Shayla turned with a mix of eagerness and lingering anticipation, sinking to her knees in front of him. The plush carpet beneath her grounded her, yet the sensual pull radiating from Joshua elevated her mood beyond earthly concerns. She looked up at him through her thick lashes, her heart pounding as his gaze held hers, crashing waves of intensity flowing between them.

A smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he leaned back, manspreading in front of her. "Use those pretty ass lips."

The command sent a thrill coursing through Shayla. She scooted closer to him, the world around them fading into a haze as she focused solely on Joshua and the heat pooling between them. She reached out with tentative fingers, tracing the outline of his taut thighs before boldly sliding them higher until she found the waistband of his Nike sweats.

Her fingers slipped underneath, feeling the warmth of his skin as she tugged down, revealing him slowly. The sight before her was enough to take her breath away, and make her mouth water, as the nastiest thoughts flood through her mind.

With a low growl of approval, Joshua watched her every move, his breath hitching as she revealed more of him. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, magnifying the connection between them until it felt almost tangible. Shayla felt emboldened by his gaze, the way it sparked with hunger, urging her on.

Without warning, she leaned forward slightly, she took him in her hand, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. The texture was firm and velvety beneath her fingers, and she squeezed just enough to draw another appreciative grunt from him.

His dick was always so pretty to her, and she loved every inch of it.

Tentatively, she leaned closer still and pressed a soft kiss against the tip, a featherlight touch that made Joshua's breath catch in his throat. Encouraged by his reaction, she navigated another delicate kiss lower along the shaft before swirling her tongue around him. A deep groan escaped from Joshua's lips, reverberating through her entire body.

"Fuck," he stuttered out, and the sound made her feel reckless with desire. "You're making this hard on me—just like that, ma."

Shayla grinned to herself at his words, relishing the control she now had over him. She took him deeper, swirling her tongue around his length, teasing just enough to make him squirm. The primal need radiating from Joshua was intoxicating, urging her to push her limits further.

Relaxing her jaw, she took more of him in. Almost to where he nose touched his pelvis.

The taste of him was overwhelming, a perfect blend of salt and heat that made her senses swim, and she reveled in the way he throbbed in her mouth. Each gentle thrust of her lips accompanied by the rhythm of her tongue sent shockwaves through Joshua, drawn out groans escaping him like music designed just for her.

Her eyes watered as his dick hit the back of her throat. Looking up at him, she became even more aroused for him. He looked so good. Biting his bottom lip, as she tried to take his soul. She started to slowly bob her head up and down, adding the perfect amount of suction, that she knew he loved.

"Goddamn, Shay," he hissed, fingers tugging at her hair not harshly but possessively. "You about to make me nut."

She let out a moan around him, the vibrations sending another ripple through Joshua, making him twitch inside her mouth.

Each rhythmic push made her squirm, building the tension to a near breaking point. Shayla loved it—she savored the desire flaring between them every time they got like this, feeding off his pleasure as it fueled her own.

"Oh fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening in her hair as he began to lose himself in the moment.

But before he could get to lost in it, he gently pulled her back off of him. Leaning back on her knees, her mouth was glossy and swollen, a tangible testament to how deeply she had surrendered to him. Joshua's gaze darkened with a mix of desire and admiration, his breath ragged as he took in the sight before him.

"You look so fuckin' good like this." he murmured, his voice almost a growl.

Shayla licked her lips before taking the bottom one between her teeth. The heat between her legs throbbed, as the raw intensity of his gaze blazed with need.

He leaned forward, his lips meer inches away from hers. "I'm about to fuck you senseless. You know that code word if I get too crazy, baby."

Shayla nodded, a breathless whisper escaping her lips as she felt the thrill of impending surrender wash over her.

Joshua took her chin between his fingers, tilting her face up so their eyes locked. With a swift motion, he surged forward, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that set her aflame. His hand moved down to the front of her neck, gently squeezing it. Earning a low moan to escape her lips, as the kissed.

Joshua reached for her arms, gently tugging her upwards, guiding her to climb his lap. Pulling away from the kiss, Jey shifted their position. Laying her on her back onto the couch. He reached to push the rest of his sweats down his legs, before climbing in between her thick thighs.

Shay looked at him with pleading eyes as she watched his every move, ready for what he was going to do to her next.

His gaze flickered between her eyes and the parting of her thighs, the urgency of the moment crashing against the tenderness in his touch.

Joshua grabbed the lace of her panties and ripped it.

The sharp sound of fabric tearing filled the air, echoing the wildness thrumming between them. Shayla gasped, surprise melding with excitement as he tossed aside the remnants of her barriers. Her skin prickled with a rush of vulnerability and exhilaration. The edge of danger danced in the air, intoxicating and nearly palpable.

His hand slowly slithered up her stomach, to the valley between her breast before finding its place around her neck, once more. He bit his lip as he watched her sink into the cushions of the couch. "Look at you. Lettin' me slut yo fine ass out, all 'cause you missed me."

She arched her back involuntarily, desperate for his touch to explore more, to claim every inch of her.

"You gone let me finish havin' my way with you, ma?" He asked, voice almost smooth like butter to her ears, as it dripped with a seductive promise.

Shayla silently nodded her head. Which was the wrong move. He gently squeezed his hand around her throat, her lips slightly falling ajar, from the pressure.

"Mmm-mmm pretty baby. You know you gotta use that voice," he demanded, his tone both possessive and playful.

"Y-Yes, daddy," she managed to whisper.

"Good girl," he murmured, as he reached down. Grasping his still rock hard length, he lined himself up against her, the heat radiating from their bodies igniting the very air around them. Joshua paused for just a moment, relishing the sight of her beneath him, the way her breath quickened in anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely as she gasped at the sudden intrusion.

Their eyes locked together, and he let out a low groan of satisfaction as he felt Shayla's slick heat enveloped him. He slowly started to smile, a predatory smirk that sent chills down her spine.

Joshua's hand on her throat tightened just a bit—not enough to cause harm but enough to send a thrill of white-hot desire straight to her core.

Joshua grinned, knowing full well the effect he had on her. His hips began move in a slow, relentless rhythm that reverberated through every cell in her body. The pressure building in her core with each pass, edges of euphoria teasingly close but just out reach. A whimper escaped her lips with each thrust, falling prey to sensations she knew he could so easily deliver.

His other hand roamed her curves, trailing down to one of her thighs before pulling it up, and hooking it over his arm. Opening up more for him, as he drove deeper. Gazing down in between them, his eyes watched as she coated him with her juices.

"Look at this shit. Yo pussy so pretty, taking all this dick." He breathed huskily, his voice low and throaty, laced with desire.

Shayla moaned in response, her body arching to meet his every thrust, the sound escaping her lips a testament to the pleasure coursing through her veins. He was relentless, each stroke both teasing and intoxicating, expertly pulling her closer to the edge. The air around them thickened with their mingled breaths, an electric charge that made every heartbeat resonate like a drum.

Leaning forward slightly, he was a few inches from her face. She knew what was coming next, but waited for him to say what he wanted to do next.

"Open up, mama." He instructed. She opened her mouth slightly, his breath hot against her face. Before a string of saliva spooled down from his lips, landing perfectly into her mouth.

Joshua watched with satisfaction as she instinctively licked her lips, a silent invitation that ignited the fire within him.

This was a recent new kink she had when he dominated her.

"Good fuckin' girl," He praised his voice a gravelly whisper as she savored the taste of him lingering on her tongue like an intoxicating elixir. With a wicked grin, Joshua pumped into her harder, his grip on her throat slightly firmer now.

Shayla gasped at the change in pace, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her.

He felt her walls grip him, tightening as the rhythm quickened, her body responding eagerly to the mounting intensity. "You like that, huh? You like it when I spit in your mouth?"

"Y-Yes, D-daddy, Fuuuck Yesss!" she cried out, a desperate plea intertwined with sheer delight. The words flowed from her like a confession, one she hadn't realized she was yearning to voice until now.

His smirk widened as he reveled in her submission. With every thrust, he pulled out and plunged back in deeper, aiming to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed off the walls like a rhythmic drumbeat as their bodies collided. He leaned in closer, their foreheads almost touching, both panting from the effort and the pleasure soaring through them.

With a sudden shift, he repositioned himself to penetrate even more deeply—every inch stretching her limits and igniting a blaze of ecstasy within. "You want me to make you cum, don't you?" His breath fanned over her as he spoke, sending tantalizing shivers across her skin. She could only nod frantically, incapable of forming coherent words under his fierce gaze.

"Use your words, ma" he prompted again, punctuating each demand with firm thrusts that sent sparks dancing through her body. The pressure inside her built higher and higher, winding tighter until she was certain she would explode from the craving for release.

"P-please." she gasped, her voice trembling with desperation. He thought about letting her but, he decided to take more control. Abruptly pulling out of her, right before she could reach her peak. He released the grasp around her neck.

"All fours." he mumbled against her lips, before gently pecking them with a teasing softness that made her ache for more.

Shayla complied without hesitation, flipping over onto her hands and knees, the soft fabric of the couch pressing against her palms. The vulnerability of this new position heightened her anticipation, each breath heavy with longing. She felt him shift behind her, his heat radiating through the air like a flame.

"Look at all this ass, just beggin' for me," he purred, voice dripping with lust as he rubbed his length against her, teasingly close yet frustratingly out of reach. She moaned softly, arching her back instinctively, desperate for contact.

"Please, daddy" she implored again, the word spilling from her lips like an offering, an invocation to bring him back inside her. Joshua chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating in his chest, energizing every nerve ending within her.

"Y'know what happens when you beg like that?" he taunted, pulling away just enough to make her yearn for him even more. "You gotta earn it. Lemme here you beg me again, bae. You want me to fuck this pretty pussy from the back, babygirl?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered again, her voice hoarse with want. "I-I need you to fuck me daddy. I need you to fuck your pretty pussy so bad."

"Mhmm, that's better," he purred, as he pressed the tip of his dick against her entrance, teasingly just at her entrance. He grabbed her hips tightly and thrust into her again—a powerful movement that sent her spiraling into pleasure. The shock of it rippled through her body as she gasped at how perfectly he filled her.

With an intensity that left no room for hesitation, Joshua began to pound into her fiercely, each stroke plunging deeper than the last.

Shayla could feel every inch of him as he claimed her, an overwhelming sense of possession flooding through her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the living room as he established a brutal pace, driving her to the precipice of ecstasy once more.

Joshua's hands roamed freely over the curves of her body; one slid up to grasp a fistful of hair while the other found its way to her lower back, urging her to arch even higher. With each thrust, he pulled her closer, the grip on her hair forcing her head back slightly, exposing the vulnerable column of her neck.

"That's right, baby," he breathed, his voice a low growl as he pulled her hair just enough to create a delicious tension. "Take all this dick, like the pretty slut you are for me."

"Mmm, yes, daddy. J-just f-for yooou!" she cried out, the thrill of submission pulsing through her with every merciless thrust.

Her back arched, her entire body taut with the force of her orgasm as it began to build within her, growing with each hard thrust.

"Fuck, bae, you feel so good. So fucking tight... M-make me w-want to nut in you."

As he released her hair, she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. She bit her lip at the sight of him, as he tried to fight to keep it together.

"Oh, D-daddy," she moaned, like a broken record as the pleasure threatened to split her in two. Heat pooled deep inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every powerful push that battered her core. "I'm about to cummm!" Shayla cried out, the walls of her pussy clenching around him uncontrollably.

Joshua couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him: Shayla's delicious ass bouncing up and down as he fucked her mercilessly, head thrown back in ecstasy.

Her moans of pleasure spurring him onwards, fueling his own desire to new heights. In that moment, he couldn't imagine a more perfect sight than the woman beneath him—her body shuddering with pleasure as she submitted so willingly to him.

"Mhmm... that's what I want. Cum for daddy, baby," he grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even more erratic as his own release neared.

He reached a shaking hand to her clit, rubbing her in time with his thrusts as she shattered apart in his arms.

Shayla's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, obliterating all thought and reason. She shuddered and convulsed around him, tears rolling down her cheeks as her pussy milked his dick as she came completely undone. The intensity of it was almost too much to bear, but the delicious agony only spurred her onwards, her cries of ecstasy filling the room.

The force of his climax threatened to split him in two as he spilled his seed into the depths of her slick walls. He collapsed atop her trembling form, both of them gasping for air, their bodies still joined together by their shared pleasure.

After the final tremors subsided, he pulled out of her gently. Before he shifted to lay beside her, as she turned to face him.

"F-fuck," Shayla gasped, burying her face into his chest. "That... was..." she trailed off, unable to find the words to do it justice as they both lay there, hearts pounding with exertion and adrenaline.

"Damn right," he breathed against her ear, still recovering from the intensity of their shared climax. "And you better believe there's more where that came from," he added playfully, squeezing her ass playfully before giving it a slap that echoed through the room— a final reminder of who was in control tonight.

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