The Lessons We Learn

by Alexandra Warren

  By this point, words seemed irrelevant. So instead I only smirked right back, nipping her bottom lip with another kiss that quickly turned into much more once I hoisted her by the back of her thighs and pressed her into the door. And just as I imagined, her legs fit perfectly wrapped around my waist, her jacket falling to the ground as her dress bunched at her hips and her ankles crossed against my back in a way that kept me locked in place while she devoured me with kisses I couldn’t get enough of.

  Kisses I could easily get used to.

  But kisses weren’t the only thing I wanted. And knowing Jayla, it wouldn’t be long before she started thinking too hard about what was happening between us which meant I had to make a statement and make it fast.

  Well, not that fast. But I had to get to the point, had to let her know this was worth breaking whatever rules she had in her head when it came to us, had to let her know I wanted her as more than just a business partner.

  I wanted her to be mine.

  And even if it took a minute for her to see the full picture, I’d take the glimpse she was giving me now as I moved my lips from her mouth to her neck, giving it a full suck before peppering the same spot with kisses that had her squirming against my erection while she moaned my name.

  “Tell me what you want, baby,” I growled right into her ear before tugging it between my teeth, causing her head to drop back against the door as she continued to grind against me. And I honestly didn’t think I could get any harder until I heard her whisper those three magical words.

  “I want… you.”

  It was almost as if her admission put an extra battery pack in my back the way I went into overdrive, gripping into her thighs even harder as I kissed and licked every inch of skin I could reach. But that wasn’t nearly enough to fulfill my craving, so I used the leverage of the door to keep her in place as I moved one hand from her thigh to her pussy, easily slipping past the thin fabric of the panties I had been thinking about ever since I first saw them on her earlier.

  And that’s when she went stiff.

  Damnit.

  I wasn’t annoyed, more so concerned when I asked, “What’s the matter, Jayla?”

  The sigh she let out was a little too heavy for my liking, and I was just about ready to let her down to her feet until she answered, “Nothing. It’s just… it’s been a minute. So I guess I may be a little afraid after all.”

  I could appreciate her honesty, but I also knew that was the last thing I wanted her to be worried about. So I did my best to put her at ease when I told her, “Don’t be. I got you, I promise.”

  Some of the tension left her posture, but not enough for me to feel comfortable resuming without asking, “You trust me?”

  With her arms wrapped around my neck, she gnawed on her lip, her eyes teasingly bouncing from side-to-side before a sneaky smile grew on her face. “Well, considering your dick is already poking a hole through my stomach and it’s still in your pants, that’s really a trick question.”

  “You’re the one who made it that way. With your fine ass,” I told her with a chuckle and a lick of my lips, happy to see her back onboard as I made the executive decision to move us from the front door to the bedroom.

  Once we were there, I eased her down onto the bed, her legs keeping me locked in between them as I got back to the kissing that had started all of this in the first place. And this time when I reached for her panties, she didn’t flinch, instead put her hand over mine and placed it exactly where she wanted it against her clit.

  My kinda woman.

  Her moans into my mouth as we kissed in combination with her wet pussy gushing onto my fingertips as I played with it had my dick screaming for some action. But I wanted to savor the moment now that I knew she was fully committed to letting it happen, wanted to appreciate every short gasp she inhaled and every satisfied moan she released, wanted to please her to the point that a “next time” wasn’t a question but a guarantee, wanted to…

  “Please tell me you have a condom,” Jayla whispered against my lips, making me go a little stiff since I honestly wasn’t sure. I mean, I hadn’t been sexually-involved with anybody on the regular lately, so there really wasn’t a reason for me to keep them stocked.

  Except you’ve only been thinking about this moment since you first laid eyes on the woman and should’ve been ready for her whenever and wherever.

  With a prayer, I reached past her towards one of the nightstands Londyn had let me keep, blindly fishing around in hopes that she and Chance had just so happened to leave some protection behind. But the longer I dug around, the more my hopes dwindled. And I was just about ready to give up on my search and deliver the bad news when my hand bumped into a foil package.

  “This shit better not be old ramen noodle seasoning,” I thought in my head, slowly pulling it from the drawer to discover it was indeed a Magnum. And after making a mental note to thank my new favorite couple later, I climbed from the bed to get rid of my t-shirt and sweats, Jayla sitting up on her elbows to watch me as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Mmm. I see I’m not the only fine ass around here.”

  “You made me your client for a reason, didn’t you?” I teased as I dropped my boxers, earning myself another little gasp from Jayla once my dick sprang to attention. Then she licked her lips as she sat up just enough to get rid of her panties, not even bothering with her dress since we both had all the access we needed.

  Once I put the condom on, it was game time as I rejoined her on the bed and immediately pulled her on top of me; a move that seemed to catch her off-guard until I explained, “So you can control the pace. Since you claim this dick got you all scared and what not.”

  She started to defend, but quickly caught herself once she realized I was only teasing her. Then she rolled her eyes as she pressed her hands into my chest for leverage to lift her hips and sank down onto my dick, every inch she took making the both of us shudder since… damn, she’s wet as hell.

  In fact, I was already reconsidering that whole “letting her set the pace” thing once she found her rhythm since I wasn’t sure how long I’d last without being the one in control. But even if I nutted embarrassingly fast, it was worth being able to watch Jayla’s face as she rode me with reckless abandon, her head thrown back and her lips parted in ecstasy as she took me deeper and deeper with each wave.

  She was beautiful, but it wasn’t just her beauty that had me captivated. She was riding me like she needed the dick, riding me as if she was releasing every ounce of sexual tension built up between us and wasn’t going to stop until we were both completely emptied.

  I loved it.

  With my hands at her waist, I met her fire with strong, upward strokes, hitting spots I hadn’t yet reached according to the way she shrieked in response. It was the kind of scream that would’ve definitely had my neighbors knocking back at my old apartment, but was now easily absorbed by the walls of my new home. And honestly, that only made me want to fuck her harder so I could really take advantage of the perk.

  “Next time,” I decided as Jayla’s fingernails dug into my skin, surely leaving scratches I would bear proudly as I continued to pound her from below.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t...”

  She didn’t even finish her request before she began to throb around my dick through her orgasm, a string of unintelligible words sweetly falling from her lips as she collapsed on top of me. And I was right behind her, a few pumps giving way to a massive explosion that would’ve shot clear across the room had it not been for the spare condom.

  Or would’ve gotten her pregnant had it not been for the spare condom.

  Jayla started giggling in the crook of my neck, and I wondered had my thoughts actually been spoken out loud until she said, “I can’t believe I just fucked in front of Tupac.”

  Now it was me laughing. “Tupac ain’t worried about you, Jayla. He’s minding his own business up in thug mansion.”

  She seemed satisfied with that
explanation, settling a little deeper against me as our breathing fell in sync. But the silence didn’t last long once she started, “That was…”

  “Shhh… let’s just stay in the moment, shorty. We can talk details later,” I told her, wanting to savor the aftermath the same way I wanted to savor the act. I mean, the idea of having Jayla in my bed had been more of a dream than something I could actually bring to fruition. But she was really here, really cuddled up under me, and really rubbing her thigh against my dick like she was already thinking about round two.

  My kinda woman.

  Since I knew finding the first condom was pure luck, I was already thinking of ways I could please her without using my dick when a shallow series of knocks came from the front door.

  “Did you hear that?” Jayla asked, using her elbow to prop herself up and face me.

  I did my best to ignore it, closing my eyes and shaking my head against the pillow. “Nope. Didn’t hear a thing,” I told her just as Shaq’s voice came booming through the door.

  “Aye, cuz. Open up!” Followed by Jamila saying, “Jayla, I know you’re in there! Your car is still parked on the street!”

  Hearing her sister’s voice made Jayla hop out of bed in a quickness, scrambling to find her panties as she hissed, “Fuck. We have to get that.”

  I sat up, but wasn’t nearly as hysterical as she was when I asked, “Why? They ran outta here together, so they can stay outta here together.”

  Considering they were both grown as hell and Jamila now had a place of her own in town, I didn’t understand why they had come back at all; especially this late. But it was clear Jayla had a hard time believing Jamila was a real adult once she reasoned, “She’s my little sister. I have to look out for her.”

  “And like I told you earlier, she’s good.”

  “She wouldn’t have come back if she was good,” she defended as she pulled her panties up in a swift yank, making me laugh since...

  “Your dress is tucked into your panties.”

  With an annoyed huff, she frantically fixed her clothes as I finally moved to put on my own, disposing the condom in the trash and deciding to go commando to save time once Shaq started knocking again. And it wasn’t until we made it to the door that I realized, “Jayla, your hair…”

  She was already pulling the door open before I could finish my warning, quick to scold, “Mila, where the hell have you been? I was calling you!”

  The smirk on her face told me Jamila had noticed the same thing I had, completely amused when she answered, “And I called you back once I got service, but you were obviously occupied according to this crooked ass wig on your head. Congratulations, sis.”

  Jamila started to give a little applause as Jayla’s eyes went wide with embarrassment. But instead of just going to the bathroom to fix it, she snatched Jamila by the arm and growled, “Let’s go.”

  “Jayla, wait…”

  “I’ll text you!” she shouted over her shoulder on her way down the stairs, dragging Jamila behind her until they made it to her car. And once we heard her tires peel out down the street, Shaq finally spoke up.

  “Damn, man. Can’t believe you really let her hit it and quit it.”

  With a shove to his shoulder, I groaned, “She wouldn’t have left if your ass had any game. What are you even doing back here?”

  His hands went up when he defended, “Hey, man. I’m just trying to be a nigga with morals like you talked about earlier, meaning I ain’t slanging dick on the first night from here on out. If you want me, you gotta get to know me first. I’m not just some piece of meat.”

  The laugh I responded with was half-annoyed, half-amused. “So now you wanna listen…”

  “I always listen. I’m just not always ready to apply the information,” he replied as we made our way back into the house, the sight of the jacket Jayla had left behind making me angry all over again since she should’ve still been here with it. But instead of her being here, I was left with aggravating ass Shaq who reeked of weed.

  Now I really understand why Londyn got so mad at me that night I showed up here drunk.

  “The one time your high ass wants to apply my advice, you use it to interrupt my post-fuck vibes. I swear I hate you sometimes,” I told him as I picked Jayla’s jacket up from the ground and tossed it over the back of the couch.

  I was tempted to text her about it but decided not to since she was the one who said she would text me. And while I knew she was a woman of her word when it came to the business shit, I was interested to see if that would now apply to what we had going on outside of the business too.

  Jayla

  The drive back to my place was awkward amongst other things; Jamila’s teasing smirk from the passenger’s seat annoying the hell out of me while my body still radiated with the heat from everything Khalid had done to me - or everything I did to him.

  It was a perfectly mutual exchange of… energy; something I wouldn’t be able to forget no matter how hard I tried. And I honestly wasn’t even sure if I wanted to forget considering we would’ve probably been at it again by now had it not been for Shaq and Mila’s poor timing. But since I knew my sister’s petty ass wasn’t letting this go anytime soon, I decided to address the elephant in the backseat when I told her, “This is all your fault.”

  With a hand to her chest, she turned and asked, “My fault? I didn’t throw you onto Khalid’s dick. That was all you, Jay.”

  “But if you wouldn’t have been sneaking around town doing who knows what with Shaq, I would’ve left at a regular time just like everyone else,” I reasoned, knowing it was a stretch since it wasn’t like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.

  Jamila knew it too, making it easy for her to reply, “Well, you didn’t. And it worked out in your favor cause he definitely dicked you down somethin’ proper.”

  “I’m sure I wasn’t the only one getting dicked down somethin’ proper…” I muttered, hoping to take the spotlight off myself and put it on her.

  But to my surprise, her grin only turned a little silly when she said, “Actually, you were. Shaq and I just went to the highest point of the city to try some special strain of weed he had. Something about elevating the effects by literally being elevated which was why I didn’t have any service on my phone. But it was honestly a little romantic. Much more romantic than whatever you and...”

  “Shut it. You know nothing,” I stated firmly, the details of it all being the furthest thing from her business.

  Still, that didn’t stop her from insisting, “I know enough. And my opinion of you has only grown substantially.”

  “Seriously, Mila?” I asked with a roll of my eyes as I pulled up next to where her car was parked and finally checked my wig out in the mirror, the embarrassment from earlier doubling in size since it was more than just a little crooked.

  But there was nothing I could do about it now besides fix it, doing just that as Mila squealed, “Yes, seriously! After that fluke of a situation with carbon copy Jason, I didn’t think you’d give casual fuckin’ a real chance any time soon. But it looks good on you, sis. Khalid is a good look.”

  “Khalid is my client,” I reminded her - or myself, trying to figure out how I would tread those waters now that we had officially crossed that line. But thoughts of a next step felt premature considering the soreness between my thighs was just now beginning to settle in.

  Of course, Jamila wasn’t at all fazed by the possible complications, quick to add, “Your fine ass client who adores your uptight behind and obviously has an exceptional dick that you’ll be thinking about every time you look at him. Yeah okay, Jayla. Strictly business.”

  I wanted to deny her claims, but there was really no use since she had read my ass with ease. I mean, Khalid was definitely fine, was certainly showing some level of interest in me, and the dick… well, that just spoke for itself.

  So instead of even addressing what she had said at all, I waited for her to climb out of the car before I told her, “Te
xt me when you make it home, please.”

  “And text Khalid like you said you would,” she replied, hovering over the door with a demanding expression as if she expected me to do it right now while she could see me.

  It was a smart move since she knew the matter wouldn’t have been anywhere near urgent otherwise. But it was also the perfect opportunity for me to play the older sister card when I told her, “Mind your business, Mila.”

  With a shrug, she insisted, “I’m just trying to help. I mean, if you don’t text him, I can guarantee someone else will. But if you’d rather have him take that second round out on a random in his inbox, go right ahead.”

  As if I was already addicted, the mention of a “second round” had me reaching for my phone, stopping short of actually sending him a text by reasoning, “He’s probably already asleep by now.”

  “The way that nigga looks at you? Nah, he’s definitely waiting by the phone,” Jamila replied, giving a little wave as she sang, “Have a good night, Jay.” Then she climbed into her car and gave another little wave through the window before pulling off and leaving me to my thoughts.

  And the fresh layer of wetness between my thighs.

  With a frustrated sigh, I reached into the backseat for my jacket, fishing around with my hand before turning around to see it wasn’t there. And once I realized why it was missing - because I had left it at Khalid’s - I dropped my head back against the headrest with another sigh, trying to decide if this was a sign from God or a trick by the devil.

  “Gotta be God,” I concluded, grabbing my phone to shoot Khalid an innocent text before I changed my mind.

  “Hey. Did I leave my jacket at your place?” - Jayla

  As if he was waiting by his phone like Mila insisted, his response came almost instantly.

  “Yup. You coming back to get it?” - Khalid

  Gnawing on my lip, I was just about ready to start my car up until I thought about the company who had interrupted us in the first place. And with Shaq in my head, it was easy to turn down what seemed like an invitation.