“Wait, wait,” she panted, as her eyes lowered, and she bit her bottom lip. Her head rolled around, as he ravished her nipple. “Ummm,” she moaned against her will, as she licked her lips.
With her pressed against the wall, Jaylen eased a hand between her thick thighs. Through her thin leggings, he rubbed her fat pussy. Unconsciously, Rye rolled her hips, as the friction his hand created reached her clit. Sloppily, he sloshed his tongue over her nipple, causing her to clutch his shirt. Then without warning, he pulled back.
Slowly, Rye opened her eyes. “What chu…what chu doing?”
He stood in front of her with his big dick exposed and was pointed directly at her. “Either you gon hop on it, or not. But I’m done with that other shit.”
“So, you just gon leave me hanging?” she pouted.
“Nah, you leaving me hanging,” he countered.
Stubbornly, she stood there with her back against the wall.
Smacking his teeth, Jaylen backed away and grabbed the chair. Sitting down, he stroked himself.
Rye finally found her voice. “What are you doing?”
Nixing her off, he ignored her, as he openly jacked off. Feeling stupid, Rye attempted to switch past him, but he grabbed her hand.
“Stop playing,” he commanded. “Take them pants off and sit down.”
“I aint doing nothing,” she snapped, before he snatched her down.
“You want a nigga to get aggressive, huh?” he breathed, as she willingly sat in his lap. “Take these muthafuckin’ pants off,” he growled, as he peeled the pants off her ass, while she was still seated. Flexing his strength, he lifted her thigh once he’d successfully wiggled the leggings to her knees. With her thigh up, he was able to situate her on his dick. With one hard thrust, he was inside of her.
With one hand holding up her thigh, he used the other to lift her bra again, before clutching her breast.
“Oh, God,” she wheezed, as she found herself bouncing in his lap.
Wanting to feel all of her, he plowed into her, causing his balls to slap her pussy lips.
“Uh, uh, umm,” she moaned, biting her lip. Enjoying the deep penetration, she twirled her hips.
“Hell, yeah, do that shit again,” he encouraged.
Using the arm of the chair, she slammed down on his dick. Multitasking, Jaylen rubbed her nipple between his thumb and fingertip. Stretching out his neck, he roughly sucked on the side of her neck.
“Oouu, Jay…Jayl-eeeeen,” she purred, as he hit her spot.
“Tell me how this dick feels to you,” he huskily spoke in her ear.
Shit bit her lip. “I feels…it feels…it feels fucking magical.”
“Yeah? So, you gon bust for me?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“Damn,” he grunted. “Why this pussy so wet?”
“Because---”
“Because what?” he slammed into her.
“Because you ramming that big caramel dick into me. I can’t get a fuckin’ ‘nough.”
He continuously rubbed her nipples, while they could hear him swishing through her wetness.
“Aww, fuuuuuuuck,” he growled, as he erupted inside of her.
Rye gasped, as the euphoria subsided, and she realized how absolutely reckless she’d been, but God did it feel sinfully delightful. These past few days had been crazy, but she figured that she’d adopt the philosophy that what happens in L.A. stays in L.A.
***
“Look, I think this would be bomb with some gold Giuseppe’s,” Rye lifted a pair of white jeans in the Versace store.
Jaylen tucked his lips into his mouth. “Yeah, I like them hoes. Fuck it.” he plucked the jeans from her hand.
“And I think you should grab the white and gold tee. Then bring everything together with a white and gold ‘Sace belt,” she advised.
He nodded, feeling her selections. It was definitely something he’d put together himself. However, he was glad that she was there to save him the trouble of figuring out what to wear. Usually, Jhyrah would step in and throw something together for him, but she was helping both Jeremy and Jared, and now he didn’t have to wait.
“I hope their asses don’t wanna go to anymore stores. They’ll fuck around and have us pushing for time, as usual,” Jaylen griped. The all white affair was exclusive and mostly celebrities were slated to be in attendance. Big money would be in the house, and he understood how that could go. A big wig could come through, and snatch their section right from underneath them. Yes, their family had clout, but they were in Hollywood; home of all the stars.
“Yeah, they need to come on,” Rye co-signed. “I still need to be dropped off at the airport.”
Jaylen tilted his lips to the side, before sucking his teeth. “There you go with this bullshit. I thought that we were past this phase.”
She gazed up at him confusingly. “What phase?”
“The whole you gotta get to the airport everyday phase.”
Rye licked her lips, as her dimples anchored into her cheeks. “Look, I’m not about to stand here and bullshit with you. You’ve had a front row seat to my shit show. So, I’m not about to front. Tori sponsored this trip. My funds are limited. So, long story short, I aint got no money to buy shit. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Am I used to nice shit? Of course. But my money aint long like yall. I don’t have enough for a damn keychain in here, right now. And yall are about to hit up this lit ass all white affair. I didn’t pack those colors, and it really aint that serious. I got some grown-up shit waiting at home for me to handle. So, I might as well take my ass home, cause I aint about to half-step myself to go to an event that was never on my itinerary.”
Jaylen glowered down at her, as she sassily snaked her neck. Caught in his selfishness, as usual, he hadn’t stopped to think about her situation. Copping whatever he wanted was nothing to him, and sometimes he had to remember that this wasn’t a way of life for everyone.
He licked his lips. “My bad, man. I wasn’t thinking. You out here kicking it, basically winging it. So, uh, I’ma pay for your fit for tonight.”
She scowled. “I don’t need you to do nothing for me.”
He frowned. “Whoa, this shit is going left. I just saw the problem and found a resolution. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that I feel like you just threw me a bone. Like you can just toss a little something my broke ass way.”
“Saaaayyy,” he leaned his head sideways. “You are the most difficult broad on the planet. A nigga aint tripping on getting you some shit, and you trying to turn this into something else.”
“Jaylen, I don’t want nothing, if I gotta feel like a charity case. That’s why I really have to take my ass home. I may not be balling like you, but I don’t beg niggas that I screw for shit. If it wasn’t on the forefront of your mind, then the shit aint sincere. I’m nobody’s fuckin’ afterthought.”
He drug a palm down his face. “Okay, I understand what you saying, man. And honestly, I wasn’t trying to play you. And I’ve been told numerous times that I’m a selfish ass nigga, and that’s something I gotta work on. Truthfully, I’m trying to accommodate you cause I aint trying to see you leave. I had it in my head that you was stepping through the club with me, but you trying to fuck up the vision. I’m trying to see your fine ass in that cocaine white, and on my dick by the end of the night. So, get with the program, and let me get you right.”
She tittered. “Nigga, who the fuck do you think you are? Pimpin’ Ken?”
He chuckled. “That’s a little slick talk, when you tryna get that bitch to walk. But never mind that. I’m trying to spend, when I already got the cat. Understand me?”
She laughed heartily, because he really sounded like a pimp, and was smooth with it. She appreciated him not taking her difficulty to heart. She wasn’t usually this bull-headed, but she was out of her element. “Look, whatever. I aint about to stand here and play with you. If you buying, then I’ma grab it. Fuck it.” she shrugged.
He nodde
d, as he rubbed his hands together. “A’ight. But I got only one condition.”
She arched a brow. “What’s that?”
“I gotta decide what you wear.”
She smirked. “That’s a bet.”
Moments later, they’d selected four different ensembles, which consisted of two dresses. Needing a visual, Jaylen insisted that she try everything on. He then stood back, as she modeled in each outfit. Somewhere along the line, Jalero stepped over, standing shoulder to shoulder with his nephew.
“Ole girl got the kind of body that makes anything look good,” he commented.
Jaylen nodded. “For sho’, but what you thinking?”
Jalero licked his lips. “I’m thinking that it’s crazy that she came out here with her nigga, but been kicking it with us for the past three days. And if I would’ve just heard about it on the fly, I’d tell you to watch the bitch. Cause that shit don’t sound right. But I was here, and seen the shit…she’s cool people. Don’t seem to have ill intentions. So, I’d say go for it. And it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say that her ass badder than a muthafucka.” they dapped each other up. “You did that, and it sounded like she had some gushy last night too,” he sneakily grinned.
Jaylen cut his eyes at him. “You peeping Tom ass nigga.”
Jalero shrugged. “Nigga, nobody told you to go fuck outside. That’s fair game. Anybody can look.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jaylen mumbled, as he watched Rye step out donning the last dress. The cotton and spandex dress fit like a second skin, accentuating her round ass, causing his dick to jump. “Hell, yeah. That’s the one.” He unconsciously grabbed his dick, before she did a little spin for him. “Shit, matter of fact, get all that shit you got back in the dressing room.”
Rye smiled, trying not to seem brand new.
Jaylen silently tucked his lips into his mouth, as he thought. As long as she sits that fat ass on this dick tonight, I’ll trick a lil’. Fuck it.
***
“Bust it, bust it! Bust them legs wide open!”
Rye, Jhyrah, and Josairah were losing their minds, as an old Texas/Louisiana classic pumped from the club’s speakers.
Dipping low, Rye wobbled her ass in the middle of their section, letting loose. They’d been drinking directly from the bottles and were all completely wasted. Truthfully, although she and Lea would do their thing back in Houston, Rye had never partied this hard in her entire life. She was having so much fun that she damn near wanted to kiss Tori for fucking up. Hell, if he hadn’t she wouldn’t have known that this level of fun existed.
She’d naively assumed that because the party was supposed to be for the upper echelon of society that the atmosphere would be stuffy. But the scene had been anything but. Everyone who was anyone was there and were all partying the night away.
By the end of the song, Rye needed to catch her breath, as she collapsed into the white leather sofa in their section. Everything around her was a blur, and she goofily smiled to herself. Before she could do anything else, she felt her cell vibrate in her Versace clutch. Drunkenly, she dug into the clutch, until she located her phone. Gazing down at the screen, she realized that it was a text from Tori.
“You finally tired yourself out, huh?” Jaylen questioned, as he flopped down next to her. He was looking dapper in the ensemble that she’d put together.
“Huh?” she absently lifted her head.
His eyes traveled down to her cell. “Something got your attention, huh?”
She shrugged. “It’s just Tori. I’m sure he’s cussing me out, like he has in the last hundred texts.”
He studied her face. “You replied to any?”
“No,” she answered. “But we’ll be on the same flight in two days, sitting right next to each other. I’m sure I’ll hear his mouth the entire time.”
Jaylen licked his lips. “You and this flight shit getting on my nerves. Fuck that ticket that nigga bought for you. Just chill with us. We’re leaving Friday. You can just fly back with us.”
“Friday? Nigga, it’s Saturday night. How are you gonna volunteer me to stay at other people’s house for another week?”
He sucked his teeth. “Jhyrah nem aint tripping, but it aint that serious. We could grab a hotel room. Whatever you’re down with. Just tell me that you’re down with the play.”
She stared at him.
“What?”
“You just be wanting me to forget all about my lil’ ole life back at home.”
“Will hanging for another week change anything?”
She thought about it. “Nope.”
“Okay, then. What’s the problem?”
She paused, before answering. “Why do I feel like you’re just trying to have a damn fuck-fest with me?”
He smirked. “Well, technically, that’s what you’ve been having. You won’t let me fuck you, remember? You doing all the fucking.”
She placed a finger on her cheek, as she pretended to think about. “I have, huh?”
He nodded. “But it’s cool, though.”
“Is that, right?” she tittered. “He likes the way I ride it,” she playfully sang, while rolling her hips, channeling Ciara.
He placed a hand on her thigh. “You funny, man.”
“Nah,” she yawned. “I’m sleepy.”
Without thinking, he eased an arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. The party continued to rock on, while they sat talking in the middle of a loud club.
Chapter 8
Keeping his word, Jaylen had checked into the Waldorf Astoria Beverly Hills hotel. He could’ve gotten a hotel for cheaper, but after seeing Tori and Rye’s hotel at the Ritz Carlton, he wanted to show her that he could do anything that cat did, but also ten times better.
Standing in the middle of their suite, Jaylen wore a look of bewilderment. Naturally, he’d assumed that Rye had gotten her hair professionally done like most women he knew. But she was standing in the mirror gluing down her own frontal, laying her baby hairs like a professional.
“You do your own hair?” he found himself asking.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah.”
He cheesed. “That’s what’s up. You always fix it, while you’re naked?”
She focused on her reflection in the mirror, noticing her nipples pebble. “That’s the best way.”
“Yeah, I hear that.” He nodded, before heading to the bathroom, wearing merely Versace briefs.
Just then, Rye’s cell vibrated on the stand in front of her. Gazing down, she noticed that it was Tori calling. Taking a deep breath, she made the brash decision to pick up.
“Hello?”
Tori was caught off guard, finally hearing her voice. It had been over a week since she’d answered his calls. “Hey, where the hell are you?”
“What?” Rye sucked her teeth, not attempting to conceal the annoyance in her voice.
“I said, where the hell are you?” he clarified. “We need to talk face to face.”
“Well, that can’t happen now.”
“And why not?”
“Because I’m still out of town.”
Tori had to fight against the urge to cuss her out. He’d flown back to Houston on Monday, and that bitch was still back in L.A. “The hell is going on with you, Rye? Why the hell would you choose to play with my career after all these years?”
“Play with your career? Boy, bye. I didn’t have anything to do with you not signing Jeremy. That was all you. Maybe if you weren’t so busy chasing pussy around Hollywood, you could’ve focused more on getting a contract signed.”
“You know, what,” he growled. “I should slap---” he got out, before realizing that the call had ended.
“What we discussed, man?” Jaylen quizzed, as he held Rye’s cell in his hand.
Rye frowned, as she backed away from the mirror and sat at the edge of the hotel’s bed, while gazing up at him. “Can I have my phone back?”
“Are you gonna stop playing with me?” he shot back.
/> “I’m confused. How am I playing with you?”
“Cause this is my time, right now. You can argue with that lame ass nigga all you want, once you get home.”
She rolled her eyes. “I won’t be doing that, even then.”
“Yeah, okay. I can’t tell.”
She tilted he head sideways. “You can’t tell what?”
“I can’t tell that you aint trying to let that man dictate the flow over here. Ion understand it. You know what he’s calling for, yet you answer. You must like getting yourself riled up. You was the type to touch the stove, after your mama told you that it was hot, huh?”
She laughed. “Boy---”
“Don’t boy me. I been sitting here listening to everything you say. And from your own mouth, that man aint been treating you right. He don’t respect you. So, what was the purpose of you answering the phone?”
She shrugged, feeling stupid. “Look, I don’t know.”
Jaylen shook his head. “Aye, I aint trying to kick you down or nothing. And as I’m talking, I’m realizing that I’m tripping. Regardless, you and that man have been together for years. And you should properly end it on your terms. Not mine. So, I’m wrong for overstepping my boundaries. That’s my bad,” he eased up, after catching himself. No matter how good the pussy was or how much they’d vibe, she wasn’t his. They were just kicking it, and what she did outside of that wasn’t his business.
She shook her head. “You didn’t say anything wrong. Shit is just deeper than what I’ve said. I guess maybe you’re thinking that I’m struggling with whatever I feel for Tori…but that aint the case. The thrill has been gone. It’s just that I don’t want to completely fall out of his good graces, because it could affect my daddy’s business.”
He sat next to her on the bed. “How?”
She sighed heavily. “My daddy made some dumb business decisions. He has a sizable landscaping business, and most of his contracts are through Tori’s father. Initially, when my dad got the new contracts he was overwhelmed, because he was understaffed to take on the new contracts and keep up with the old ones he had before. So, his greedy ass made a decision to end the lower paying contracts, which left him with 90 percent of his business coming from Tori’s dad. Like, who puts their livelihood completely in someone else’s hands? So, now, my daddy walks on eggshells…or better yet, has me walking on eggshells to keep the company afloat. So, now my parents’ intent when it comes to my relationship is always questionable. They’re not concerned about how I’m treated, per say. The main objective is to not piss Tori and his family off. And the shit has gotten completely out of hand. Imagine having family meetings where I’m getting chastised for trying to break up with Tori and see other guys. Imagine being grown, but other people want all the say over your life. Then what’s crazy is that I’ve been letting them control things to a certain extent.”
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