Tori scowled. “You were getting your things? The fuck is going on, and what the hell are you doing in my room, man?” he addressed Jaylen.
“He’s my ride. That’s it,” Rye hurriedly spoke up.
Tori snarled. “Was I talking to you?”
Jaylen coolly licked his lips. “She told you what it was, homie.”
Tori narrowed his eyes. “It definitely looked like more than that. I didn’t see you rubbing her ass?”
Jaylen grinned.
“Something funny to you?” Tori growled, stepping up to him.
Rye had to hold back a giggle. Tori looked like a child in comparison to Jaylen’s 6’4 stature.
“Man…Rye, you ready?” Jaylen asked casually, clearly unbothered.
“My man, you didn’t hear me talking to you?” Tori pressed.
Jaylen dropped the smile. “I heard you, alright, but I aint gotta answer shit. She told you what I was here for, nigga. And since we in your room, I’m trying to be respectful. Address ya gal. That’s your best bet.”
Losing it, Tori shoved Jaylen back. Using quick reflexes, Jaylen recovered, and countered with a mean slug, popping Tori in the mouth.
“Shit!” Tori blurted, holding his bleeding mouth.
Wasting no time, Rye grabbed her rolling luggage, and Jaylen’s hand. “Let’s go,” she commanded, leading him out of the room.
Tori angrily sat on the edge of the bed, holding his wounded mouth, and pride, while his girlfriend left with the cat who was the cause of it all.
***
Rye took a cup filled with Cîroc to the head. They were in the middle of a penthouse nightclub, Elevate Lounge, and the atmosphere was light, but her worries were heavy. Everyone around was partying the night away, but she couldn’t help but think about what awaited her at home. In that instant, it felt good to repay Tori for his disrespect, but she’d been completely caught in the moment. She didn’t consider anything else, especially her parents. Now, her mama was blowing her phone up, which wasn’t a good sign. It was funny how she hadn’t bothered calling back, until after the incident with Tori jumped off, though.
Blending in with the glammed-up crowd, Rye wore thigh-high open-toed red boots, along with black Cavalli booty shorts and a black racer-back sheer-backed cropped top. Jhyrah had kept her word, and they’d gotten their make-up professionally done. So, Rye was effortlessly stunning, giving off absolutely no signs of distress.
“You tossing them drinks back, I see,” Jaylen commented, standing right next to her.
She lifted her cup. “Aint that what we came to do?”
He gazed down at her, thinking that she wasn’t nearly as tough as she pretended to be. Her boyfriend had flown her out across the country, only for her to end up with total strangers. That had to do something to her.
“Chill out, man.” He grabbed her hand, causing her to lower her cup. “You sure you alright?”
“I’ma hear a bunch of bullshit from my mama and daddy, but I’ll be alright,” she slurred.
He frowned. “And why is that?”
She waved her head. “It’s a long story. His manipulative ass got them in the pocket, and they find ways to excuse all his bullshit. Shit, half the time they find a way to blame me.”
“Sounds fucked up.”
“It is,” she concurred. “But I’ll deal with it. Where’s the bottle at?” she asked, standing on wobbly legs.
He shook his head. “I think you’ve had enough.”
She sassily placed her hands on her hips. “Isn’t that for me to decide?”
He smirked. “You lucky that I’ma good, nigga. Another drink, and you’ll black out for sure. I could take advantage of you in any way I want.”
She grinned mischievously. “Then refill my cup.”
“Nah, I want you to give it to me. Not the liquor.”
“Well, aren’t you the perfect fucking gentlemen.”
He licked his lips. “I gotta be tonight.”
Jhyrah tapped his shoulder. “She’s outta there, huh, cuz?”
“Hell, yeah,” Jaylen agreed, before grabbing Rye’s hand, and guiding her over to the couch. “Sit down for me.”
She flopped down on the couch, allowing her head to fall back. For a few minutes, she allowed her eyes to close, until she felt somebody sit next to her. Opening her eyes, she realized that it was Josairah.
“Girl, you’re lit as fuck,” Josairah pointed out the blaring obvious.
“I know,” Rye breathed.
“Man troubles will do that to you.”
“Uh, tell me about it.”
“What’s crazy is that you seem cool as fuck. Definitely had his back, so I wouldn’t sweat it. My mama said to be thankful when they fuck up when you still have your brains, beauty, and youth. That means that it’s still time to get it right. Have his ass wanting to slit his wrist. You feel me?”
Rye cracked a gigantic smile. “Yesss!”
Josairah rocked to the music. “I bet you aint got no rhythm.”
Rye narrowed her eyes. “Why you say that?”
“Cause you’ve been clutching a cup all night. I haven’t seen you do even a two-step.”
Rye tittered. “I try not to do too much, you know? I’m just hanging, and yall are with your dudes. I don’t want nobody giving me the side-eye.”
Josairah sucked her teeth. “Girl, please. If you wanna shake your ass, we aint here to judge. You won’t be doing nothing that our niggas haven’t seen a thousand times. Their asses do club promoting back at home.”
“Okay, I hear you. The next time the deejay spins something I can vibe to, I’ma get up.”
“Rain drops. Drop tops. Smokin’ on cookie in a hot box. Fucking on your bitch. She a thot-thot…”
“Uh-oh, Rye. You don’t fuck with this?” Josairah grooved in her seat. “I mean, unless you aint bad.” She playfully elbowed her.
Rye took a deep breath before springing to her feet. She then bent over, grabbing her knees. Tossing her weave around, she threw her ass in a circle.
“Aww, shit,” Josairah drunkenly stood up, before grabbing her knees too. Wagging her tongue, she popped her ass to the beat.
Jaylen glanced their way, as Rye grabbed her ankles. Looking between her own legs, she caught him watching. Seductively, she beckoned him with an index finger. Before he could he reach her, she busted down into a split. He studied her, as she let loose. He realized that she was still an unsolved puzzle as she scrambled to her feet, and tossed a leg on his shoulder once he approached her. Never scared, he grabbed her ass, and humped away.
Rye was amused with him embracing her vulgarity, causing her to laugh her head off. No matter the position, he’d hang in, as she purposely tried to make him lose his cool. He was poised as ever, as she threw her ass all over him. But it was cool.
“If we… tried that we could be…somewhere in the climate. As long as I know you around me. I swear that everything’ll be just fine. I wish that we could spend some time. Go anywhere, baby, on my mind. Grown man in my suit and tie. Hey, there’s no we without you and I…”
The deejay slowed the tempo, as Rye faced him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gazed up at him. Cockily, he licked his lips, before giving her a slick grin. She rolled her hips into him, deciding that he could serve as a nice distraction. Even if it was just for one night. He was definitely appetizing enough to get lost within. So, she mentally planned her attack.
Chapter 5
Waking up to a spinning room wasn’t what Rye had envisioned for herself, but that’s exactly what it was. Glancing around the living room, she didn’t see anyone in sight. Her head was pounding, as she realized that she was now wearing someone’s long t-shirt. Feeling her stomach rumble, she hopped up and scampered to the nearest bathroom. Dropping to her knees, she hurled into the toilet.
After several minutes, she felt that she had nothing left to give, but was still throwing up liquids.
“Damn, you was fucked up for real, huh?”
Lifting her head, she glanced at the doorway to find Jaylen standing there. Saying nothing, she spat into the toilet.
“But yeah, I got you a Stand-back. It should help settle your stomach.”
She peered his way again. “How did you know that I’d need that?”
“Shit, I knew it was coming, especially after we barely got you up here last night. You threw up a little then. That’s why you ended up in my t-shirt. Jhyrah helped you change, before you passed out on the couch. I noticed you clutching your stomach in your sleep a couple of times, and told myself that you’d really feel it today.”
“Oh,” she breathed, lowkey feeling super lame. She’d gotten pissy drunk around people she barely knew. Thankfully, no one took advantage of that. “I need some water.”
He placed up a finger. “Be right back, then.”
A few seconds later, he returned with a bottle of water, handing it off to her, along with the Stand-back. He watched her chug the Stand-back down, before chasing it with water. Standing up, she hobbled over to the sink, and rinsed out her mouth with mouthwash. Eventually, she stood upright, and locked eyes with him through the mirror. “Where is everybody?”
He casually leaned against the doorframe. “They’re out eating lunch.”
“Lunch? Damn, what time is it?”
“Almost three.”
“Fuck,” she groaned, as she realized that her headache had already vanished. “I should have my ass in the airport, trying to get back home.”
He slyly rubbed his chin. “There’s always tomorrow, huh?”
“Not when I’m far away from home, with limited funds. Aint nobody got money for a hotel in L.A.,” she mumbled.
“These hotel prices are ridiculous. So, I’ve heard. I always crash with my people whenever I come out here.”
“Looks like you can afford it, big timer,” she grumbled, before spinning around. “You mind taking me to the airport?”
He looked her up and down. “What’s the hurry? I thought you was trying to kick it. I mean, last night you didn’t seem to be interested in going anywhere, beyond getting in my pants.”
She held her head in embarrassment. “That was the liquor. I don’t usually throw myself at people.”
He grinned. “You sure about that? Cause those stripper moves didn’t seem amateur. You knew what you was doing.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Should’ve taken advantage of my moment of weakness. Probably the only time you’d ever get all that out of me.”
He lifted his chin. “You wanna bet?”
She crinkled her nose. “Bet what?”
“That I can get you to make them same moves you was making last night without an ounce of liquor in you.”
She paused, before taking the time to really examine him. He stood there simply wearing a wife beater along with navy blue Ralph Lauren shorts with small white fish all over them. His red-brown skin was smooth, drawing close attention to his fine textured hair. He was downright pretty, as his long eye lashes curled like most women wished theirs would. Without a doubt, the man was fine, and she was stressed as hell. If nothing else, maybe he could make her feel good for a nice stolen moment.
Biting her bottom lip, her dimples sank into her cheeks, unknowingly causing his dick to jump. “Look, Jaylen, I’m gonna stop playing, okay?”
“Okay,” he carefully agreed.
“Cool. So, we’re here alone, and I’m feeling a way, right now. Do you mind making me feel a little better, or is that too much to ask for?”
He gazed down at her. “What you got in mind?”
Sexily, she placed a finger between her lips. “I’m thinking that you can close that door, and get in this shower with me. Then we can play it as it goes.”
He nodded, before stepping completely into the restroom. He then locked the door behind him. Standing before her, he lifted his shirt above his head. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched his hard abs contract. He then dropped his shorts to the floor. Rye noticed the sizable bulk in his briefs. Wide-eyed with curiosity, she openly stared while he peeled his boxers off. His dick seemingly stood out a complete foot in front of him.
He smirked, reading the expression on her face. “Are you gonna just stare or take off my shirt?”
She sucked her teeth, lifting his tee over her head. “I was getting around to it.”
“Yeah, okay,” he uttered, while scoping out her physique. Grabbing her arm, he slightly turned her around. “Let me see. That ass is bigger than I thought. Is it real?”
She laughed, as she pulled out of his grasp. “You got jokes.”
“I’m serious. You never know these days.”
“Well, touch it,” she urged, before he grabbed her ass with both hands. “What does it feel like to you?”
He massaged her butt cheeks. “Like a whole bunch of cornbread and collard greens.”
She giggled, as her clit tingled. “You silly.”
“I’m for real,” he proclaimed, pulling her closer, and breathing on her neck. Releasing her ass, he cuffed her breasts. “You gone show me how that ass moves on this dick?”
She bit her bottom lip, before easing out of his clutches. “Let’s wash up first.” She opened the glass door to the shower. Stepping inside, she could feel his eyes all over her.
With his dick swinging, Jaylen crept in behind her, before closing the door. She then turned the water on, while standing against the wall, allowing the water to spray him. Knowing that she was hoping to avoid getting her hair wet, he blocked most of the water for her, while she eased behind him. Grabbing a bar of soap, he lathered himself up, before turning to her. She held out her palm, expecting him to hand off the soap, but he merely shook his head. Reaching over, he rubbed the soap over her breasts.
Standing there, she allowed him to sensually wash her, as he explored intimate areas of her body for the first time. When he reached her snatch, she opened her thighs for him, as he soaped her up. After the lips were lathered up, he gently rubbed the soap over her clit, teasingly. He then ventured to her ass, thoroughly cleaning that as well.
Once her body was completely covered in soap, she twirled her hips. “How many bitches can say he cleaned the pussy? Lather it up, and make it gushy,” she rapped, placing her palms on the wall, while she wobbled her ass.
“The fuck?” he chuckled, as her impromptu rap caught him off guard.
“What?” she glanced back at him over her shoulder. “You didn’t like my rhyme, daddy?”
He gawked at her round fat ass, as she posed for him. “Let’s wash the soap off.” he smacked her ass. “Cause you playing with me now.”
Placing a leg on the wall, she leaned forward, bouncing her ass, as the water dripped from her kitty. Seeing her in that position, he had the perfect view of the pussy, and it was beautiful. Ms. Rye was definitely his speed, as he hated a shy broad.
Rye decided that she was going to have her way with Jaylen. They didn’t run in the same circles, so she could put this all behind her once she was back in Houston, and play the victim when it came to Tori.
It wasn’t long before they’d rinsed off the soap and was stepping out of the shower. Grabbing towels out of the cabinet over the toilet, they wrapped them around their bodies, before Jaylen guided her back to a guest bedroom.
Staring at the bed, Rye paused, as her nerves set in. “Jaylen.”
“What’s up?” he questioned, as he dropped his towel.
She tucked her lips into her mouth. “I don’t know what you was planning, but I can’t let you fuck me with all that dick you’re carrying around.”
“What you mean?” he scowled in confusion.
“I’m saying. Your dick is too big to fuck me…you gotta let me do all the fucking. That’s the only way this will work.”
He grinned like a Chester cat. “That’s a new one, but it’s your world. So, we’ll do it however you want it.”
She smiled, as she finally dropped her towel. “Okay, then. Lay down for me.”
/> Wasting no time, he fell back into the bed, while his dick stood at attention. Clapping his hands together, music popped on.
“Good luvin’ body rockin’ knockin’ boots all night long. Making love until we’re tired, or to the break of dawn. Ah, come on. Turn the lights down, and let me get on it. Cause when I do…just me and you…it’ll be so right-eh-eh-eh…”
“How the hell did you do that?” Rye inquired with her hands on her hips.
“Don’t worry about it. Just come here.” he waved her over.
Taking her time, she crawled onto the bed with him. When she reached his stiffness, she rolled her hips, allowing him to feel her wetness on the side of his pipe. Moving to the beat, she twirled the puss around for him.
“Stop playing,” he pushed, popping her ass.
Squatting down on her feet, she lifted her ass until the mouth of her kitty met with his dick. Placing a dip in her back, she slid down onto him. Biting her bottom lip, she slowly rocked back and forth. Looking down between her legs, she watched his pipe disappear inside of her. Moving like a snake, she grabbed her knees with her legs spread eagle. Rolling her hips, she rode his dick smoothly.
Jaylen was completely into it, forgetting her request to allow her to do all the fucking. Without thinking, he grabbed her hips, and pumped into her. Shaking her head, she grabbed his hands, pinning them back. Regaining control, she bounced on him hard. While she worked her booty on him, a bouncing breast jiggled in his face. Extending his tongue, he licked her nipple, while she caused his balls to clap against her ass.
“Ummmm,” she moaned with her eyes closed tightly.
Going back and forth, he suckled her nipples, flickering the tip of his tongue.
“Uh, shit!” she blurted, as he still found a way to fuck her back.
“Fuck that,” he growled, snatching a hand away from her, and pulling her head closer. He then shoved his tongue into her mouth, while they pushed and shoved.
As their kiss intensified, her grip on his other hand loosened. With her distracted, he freed his hand, and grabbed her ass. Holding her close, he pushed his way completely inside of her. Their bodies compressed together for a second, before he commenced to beating the pussy up. Soon after, he was holding her ass with both hands, controlling the pace, while serving her long hard strokes.
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