"She doesn't live with me. And plus, it ain't like we're gonna do anything. I'm just inviting you to check out the house."
Zara contemplated on what to do. Although it could've been an innocent invite, just the thought of being at Vance's house this time of the hour, made her uneasy yet excited at the same time. So many possibilities, so many scenarios played in her mind and she knew deep down she would only be playing with fire, agreeing to go. She stared out the window, biting her lip.
"Alright."
Chapter 26
The warm air welcomed Zara's presence as she stepped inside of Vance's home, and she was more than grateful for the heat. He turned on the light, brightening up the place.
"Want me to take your jacket?" Vance asked.
Zara nodded and unbuttoned her pea coat, before handing it to him. As he placed the coat in the closet, a rush of nervousness flooded her and she urged for a cigarette to put her at ease. She didn't know why the hell she was so nervous all of a sudden.
"You want anything to drink?" he asked her.
Liquor.
"No, I'm good, thanks."
She followed him as he gave her a tour of his home, from the kitchen, the dining area and living room to the 2 bedrooms. The place was moderately sized, just the right space she could find herself comfortable in. She took notice to how clean his place was too. Everything seemed to be set in its proper place, no sign of dirt or clutter anywhere. She wasn't surprised. By the immaculate way Vance carried himself, it was no shocker that his house reflected that.
"Nice place," she said as they entered the living room once again. The room entailed black leather couches, a glass coffee table, with a large plasma screen TV mounted on the grey hued wall. The place just screamed bachelor's pad from the decor of dark colors, and the way the place was set up. No dose of a woman's touch. Even so, there was a cozy atmosphere that emitted the home that made her want to kick off her shoes and lay down comfortably without a care.
"Thanks." He nodded. "Still gotta get more stuff for the house, but I'm just happy it's done for the most part."
"Yeah, it looks good."
As he plopped himself on the couch, Zara sauntered idly around the living room, taking notice to the various amenities in his apartment. A black and white painting of Muhammad Ali caught her eye.
"Muhammad Ali?" She turned to him, smirking.
"Of course. The best boxer to ever live." He slouched comfortably with a smile.
She shook her head and continued to look around. Noticing his CD collection stacked on the shelf, she skimmed his albums. Hip Hop albums, from old school to new school mostly entailed his collection. When she noticed a certain album, she gasped.
"See, I knew you had Maxwell." She took out the case and showed it to him.
"Aye look, I only got one album, iight."
"Excuse me, two." She corrected him, showing him the other one.
"Alright, well two. But that's it."
She laughed at his attempt to explain. "Look, there's nothing wrong with being a groupie. It's okay."
"You think you funny."
She chuckled, placing them back.
"And who told you to go snoopin' through my stuff, anyway? Nosy ass."
"Just wanna see what you got hiding around," she teased.
She continued to look around, curiously. She felt Vance's gaze following her wherever she went, but pretended not to notice.
"So, what's up with you and ol' dude?"
"Who?" She fiddled with the miniature globe on his shelf.
"Bryant Gumble."
She gave him a look. "His name is Sean."
"Yeah, whateva his name is. Ya'll together or something?"
"Yeah, we are. Why?"
"Ya'll are?" He snickered.
She frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." He licked his lips, folding his hands behind his head.
"No, say what's on your mind," she pressed. She already knew he had something to say and she wanted to hear it.
"Nothing, just never thought you’d go for a dude like that."
"A dude like what?" she said, defensively.
"A lame."
"A lame?" Her frown deepened.
"Yeah, a lame."
"You don't know a damn thing about him."
"I know a lame when I see one."
"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.
She was in no mood to entertain his ass. He was already working her nerve.
"C'mon, Zara. Don't play dumb. You know it's true."
"No, but what I do know, is that you need to mind ya damn business."
"Aye, I'm just speaking the truth."
"No, you're just speaking bullshit. You always have something to say about everyone else, like you're so perfect ya damn self. Well, you're far from it trust me," she spewed.
A smile wore his lips, and she instantly wanted to rip it off. He was so fucking arrogant.
"Aye, I don't know why you gettin' mad when we both know I'm right. But it's cool shorty, do you."
"Whatever."
Ticked off, Zara huffed. She hated how easily he could get under her skin.
"And why do you give a fuck anyway? What are you, jealous?"
He scoffed. "Jealous of what?"
"That Sean's a better man than you."
"And how so?" He sat up. For the first time, he grew serious and it brought her pleasure. She wanted to get under his skin, just as much as he had done to her.
"Well for one, he's successful, makes good money, doesn't have any baby mama issues, he's intelligent, and he's traveled the world. Everything you do and have, he's already a step ahead. So, just because you feel threatened by someone who's twice the man you'll ever be, that still doesn’t give you the right to talk shit, because I don't wanna hear it." Her words flew out like bullets from a gun.
His jaw tightened as their eyes battled in the brooding silence. Fired up, Zara didn't leave any room to feel bad for the things she said. She wanted to hurt him, to anger him, to cut him deep, just like he had done to her many times in the past.
"So, that's how you feel?" He stood up and stepped closer. He moved in calculated steps, mirroring a lion prowling on its prey. The closer he neared, the quicker her heart galloped in her chest. She folded her arms, trying her best to appear unfazed. He stood inches before her, his body towering her as his fiery eyes pierced hers. "You really gonna stand here in my house, look me in the eye and tell me that nigga's better than me?"
"He is," she mustered up as boldly as she could.
His thumb slowly trailed her jawline and her skin tingled from his touch. "Look at you..." He shook his head. "You don't even believe that shit yourself."
He leaned closer to her ear and her breath grew faint. "If he's a better man...then why're you here with me?"
His question rendered her speechless. He was right. Why was she here? She burned her brain to fire up an answer, but drew a blank as his warm breath caressed her neck, arousing shivers through her body. He pressed his fingers against her waist and roughly brought her body closer to his with a possessiveness that startled her and excited her at the same time.
"What are you here for, Zara? Tell the truth," His lips brushed up against her skin and she gasped, instantly losing focus. "You want this dick, don't you…”
She quickly shook her head, unable to verbalize her words under her lost breath.
"Oh, you don't?" His warm tongue brushed her skin with kiss, spurring tingles of pleasure in her core.
"Then what you came here for?"
She shut her eyes, her mind whirling with conflicting thoughts. This was so wrong. She couldn't do this. Not to Sean.
"Vance..." She said with a breathless moan. His lips trailed to the crook of her neck and she weakened. Shit. That was her spot. "Vance...please..."
She placed her trembling hand on his firm chest to stop him. She couldn't take anymore.
"I ain't gon’ lie girl...you do somethin' to me..." he whispered, slowly u
nbuttoning her blouse. “I tried to hold that shit back...but I can't..."
She cursed herself to stop him.
"It's like everything you do...you make it harder not to fuck you..." A hot flare rushed between her legs at his vulgar words.
"You feel that shit too, baby? You know what I'm talking about?" He placed soft kisses across her jawline. Biting her lip, she nodded. She knew exactly what he meant.
"So, let's stop playing this game then..."
His lips collided with hers. With a moan, she melted from the touch of his soft lips. His tongue slipped inside of her mouth and she welcomed it with burning need. This was so wrong. She should've been fighting him off. But the burning desire for him, dispelled any sense of rationale she had left. She couldn't fight it anymore. She wanted him.
Chapter 27
Vance planted her on the bed. They kissed passionately, unable to let each other go. He ripped off her blouse. She felt his hunger. Like a beast ravishing its prey. And she was ready for him to devour her, with every inch of his manhood. She gripped his wifebeater, urging him to rip it off and he lifted himself up, baring his upper body. Zara stared lustfully. The way the dim light shone on his milk chocolate skin, from his defined chest to his brawny muscular arms and 6 pack abs aroused her. Craving him, she crawled to him and kissed his chest. She flickered her tongue over his nipples and he let out a groan. She unbuckled his belt and slid her hand in his boxers. When she arrived at his manhood, she moistened at the feeling of the thick muscle in her palm. She pulled his boxers down and bit her lip at the solid girth as it stood erect. Damn. He was definitely packing.
Grasping her chin, he pressed his lips against hers and reclined her on the bed. He slipped off her bra as he kissed her neck, before slowly trailing to her breasts. He licked her nipples sensually, arousing them from his touch and she heaved in a soft moan. His lips trailed down her stomach, and her heart quickened the lower he went, the anticipation slowly killed her.
He tossed her underwear aside and bit his lip, staring lustfully at her dripping womanhood. His fingers brushed it and she squirmed from his touch. He smirked, arrogantly.
"Look at you. Talkin' all that shit and you wetter than a muthafucka right now." He growled, sliding his fingers inside of her moisture. She bit her lip with a moan. She wanted to curse at him for his arrogance, hating how weak he made her, but all she could do was quiver.
"You're somethin' else you know that?" He shook his head, lifting himself up.
"So, what was all that shit you was talkin' earlier? Huh? That ya punk ass nigga’s better than me?" He plied her legs open, nestling in between them as he laid on the bed. "Prove that shit to me then..."
His sleek tongue brushed her clit and she nearly went into a state of shock. His tongue swirled, dancing in all sorts of directions. Up and down, side to side, circular motions...each stroke zapping an electrifying pleasure through her.
"Fuck..." She squirmed under him. He placed soft kisses on her ripe clit, as he slid his fingers through her folds. Losing her coherency, Zara swore she saw stars.
"Vanceee...sss ahh!"
He thrusted his fingers deeper, sliding in and out, as he tended to her clit, sucking it with finesse. She gasped, gripping the sheets tighter in her palm. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed to feel him.
"Vance...mmm, I wanna feel you..." she quivered.
"You want this dick, huh?"
"Mhmm..."
"Then beg for it."
She frowned. "What?"
"You heard me. You want this dick...then show me you want it. You always talkin' shit, don't get all quiet now," he demanded, staring up at her.
She wanted to strangle him. He clearly wasn't going to make this easy for her. She knew he was getting her back for the things she said earlier, and her pride wouldn't allow her to buckle. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of giving in.
He traced his tongue on her clit, grasping her senses.
"I wanna hear that shit, Za."
She fought back a moan. The haven between her legs ached with every stroke of his tongue and she bit her lip, the pleasure too much for her to handle.
"Vance...please..." she begged.
"Please what?"
He sucked her clit, devouring her flooding juices. She whimpered.
"I c-can't...ah!"
"Let me hear that shit, Za. Speak up. Show a nigga how much you want it."
"Give me that dick...I can't take it no more, baby...pleaseee..." she begged, on the verge of tears.
At this point, she didn't give a damn how desperate she sounded. She craved him, so much to the point that it scared her. She never felt this way for a man. Ever.
"Iight, open up them legs for me. Let me get up in this pussy," Vance demanded, lifting himself up.
Aroused at his dominance, she spread her legs wider, ready for him to have his way with her. He licked his lips, caressing his manhood.
"Sexy ass..."
He leaned in and they kissed, as he positioned himself between her legs. He slowly eased himself inside of her and a loud gasp escaped her. Her sleek walls tightened around him and a low groan left his lips.
"Fuck, girl...you feel so good..."
For a moment, he remained still, burying his head in the crook of her neck as he huffed out a deep breath. His warm breath showered her skin, the rough hairs of his goatee abraised her neck. Zara reveled in the feeling of his thickness inside of her. His body hovered hers protectively as her arms wrapped around him. They stared at each other without a word. In that moment, everything around her slowed down as the reality of what was happening settled in. For years, she had fantasized of this day. And for them to be here, sharing this moment together, felt like a blissful dream she never wanted to wake up from.
Vance's lips collided with hers and she savored his kiss. He moved in a steady rhythm as he thrusted deeper with each stroke, ascending her to euphoric bliss.
"Fuck..." She bit his fleshy bottom lip, with a breathless moan. His soft lips caressed her neck as he eased in and out of her.
"Damn baby...this tight pussy feel so good...," his vulgar words aroused her. There was nothing that turned her on more than hearing him talk dirty to her.
He thrusted his pelvis in a circular motion, sending tingles of hot pleasure within her body in waves. He hit certain spots that made her body tremble in ways it hadn't before. She bellowed out moans, plunging deeper into the whirlwind of euphoria.
"I wanna get on top..." she whispered to him.
"You sure you could handle that?" he teased.
"Watch me."
Stopping his stroke, he pulled out and laid on the bed. He stared at her lustfully as she straddled herself on top of him. She placed soft kisses on his neck, savoring the taste of his salty sweat coating his brown skin. A deep groan escaped his lips. She kissed his chest, before slowly drifting her lips down his abs. His chest heaved in a quicker pace. She made her way to his hardened flesh and laid on her stomach, positioning herself between his legs. She held his thickness in her palm, craving to taste him. Her tongue swirled over his head and he huffed out a deep breath.
"Fuck..."
She delved deeper, loving the feeling of him in the haven of her mouth. She stared up at him as he wallowed in bliss. His eyes rolling in the back of his head, he licked his lips. The sight couldn't have been any more beautiful. She bobbed her head slowly, sucking him with every desire to please him.
"Yeah, baby...suck that dick...just like that...."
She reveled in his moans. Just hearing him grunt in pleasure as she took him to ecstasy, aroused her. She thought back to the first day they met when she was just a young inexperienced girl, wanting him in any way possible, only for him to turn her down for being so young. But now, she was a grown woman who knew exactly how to please a man.
He moved her locks away from her face. She kept her gaze on his glazed eyes as she pleased him.
"So fucking beautiful..." he whispered.
H
er heart stirred in her chest. Damn she loved this man.
She got up from her position and straddled herself on him. As she slowly eased herself on his manhood, his eyes rolled in the back of his head. Heaving in a deep breath, she slid herself deeper until every part of him was immersed inside of her. Planting her hand on his abs, she began to ride him.
"Shit...." he said in rugged breaths. "Yeah, ride that dick baby..."
She twirled her hips in a circular motion. Just seeing him melt with every move she made sparked a feeling of power within her. No longer did she see the side of Vance that was always so guarded, so always in control. Now she was the one in control. And she reveled in it.
"Your bitch don't fuck you like I do, huh?" she spewed.
Vance's lips parted, as his eyes closed in pleasure.
"Bet she don't ride ya dick like this, either," she taunted, quickening her pace. "Her pussy don't feel this good, huh. Is that why you wanted this? You wanted this pussy 'cause ya bitch ain't giving it to you this good, is she."
Pain coursed through her voice. She hated how much she loved him. They would never be together. He would never feel the same way she felt. She could only have a piece of him, and it pained her. But as much as it did, tonight she was going to cherish the moment. Every second she got.
She leaned in and they kissed each other passionately, breathless moans of hunger dripping from their lips. She continued to ride him. His brawny arm envelope her, holding her steadily in his embrace. She rubbed his jawline, savoring the taste of him.
Before she knew it, he flipped her on her back. Wrapping her legs around his shoulders, he stroked her. As he thrusted deeper into her center, she could barely fight back her screams. She clawed his biceps, begging him to keep going. Her pulse quickened as the tingling pressure flourished in the pit of her stomach.
"Mmm...I can't hold in no more, Vance...I'm 'bout to cum...."
He stroked quicker with heavier breaths. "The fuck you waitin' on then....cum all over this dick...let me feel that shit..."
The burning pressure deepened in the pit of her stomach, descending to her lower regions. In an instant, an explosion erupted within her, ravishing her womanhood like an earth shattering storm.
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