Page 37 of Certified Pressure
It didn’t just relax me, but it shifted something in me. It was like I was seeing everything differently. Pressure’s room looked even richer. The gold accents caught the light in a way I hadn’t noticed when I first walked in. It was like the whole space had a heartbeat. The blues looked deeper, and even marble beneath our feet felt like it was part of something bigger.
I looked over at Pressure and forgot I was supposed to be nervous.
He was leaned back, watching me the way men do when they already know you feelin’ them. The way his eyes moved across my face, then down to my lips, then back again… it made my skin feel hot. It was like he was seeing through everything I was trying to hold together.
He didn’t smile, and barely blinked. He just stared at me like he was tryna bring my love down with just his eyes, like he already knew how I’d taste, how I’d sound and how I’d fall apart underneath him.
My thighs pressed together before I even realized it, and for the first time, I didn’t want to hold it together.
“You good now?” he asked, his voice low as his tongue dragged slow across his bottom lip.
I nervously nodded. “Yeah.”
He leaned in closer, still staring. “You scared of me?”
I shook my head. “No,” I lied.
He didn’t say nothing at first. He let his eyes drift over me again, like he was sizing up every reaction, and breath I took. His tattoos flexed with every slow move he made, and his skin looked like gold under the lights. Even the scent of him was dark, clean, and fine as hell and it was starting to mess with my head.
Pressure wasn’t just looking at me. He was pulling something out of me without laying a finger, and there was no hiding from it. The way he sat there, calm and quiet, had my whole body tuned in to his. Every breath, every blink and every inch of him looked better the longer I stared.
And he knew exactly what he was doing.
Somehow, we started laughing about something. I don’t remember what he said exactly, but it made me cover my mouth and lean into him. Then he kissed me.
His mouth crashed into mine, his tongue sliding past my lips like I was already his wife. It was deep, wet, and messy in all the right ways. His hand stayed locked on my waist, holding me still as his tongue moved with purpose, licking into me like he was tasting something he didn’t plan to give back.
I moaned into his mouth without meaning to, my thighs already starting to open up.
His other hand moved down my side, gripping my ass like it belonged to him. My leg lifted on its own and wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. I could feel his dick pulsating through his sweats. He was hard and thick, and the way his hips shifted made heat rush straight between my legs, making my pussy wet.
He kissed me harder and sloppier, our mouths completely open as we literally swapped spit. I could barely breathe, and think, my whole body responding to the weight of him on top of me. My panties were soaked, and he hadn’t even taken anything off.
His lips broke from mine only to suck on my neck, leaving heat everywhere his mouth touched. My back arched into him, my fingers gripping his arms just to stay grounded. Everything about him—his scent, his mouth, the pressure of his body—had me trembling under him.
This kiss wasn’t about affection. It felt like control, and Pressure had it.
But right as it started to get more serious, I panicked. I gripped his arm and looked him dead in the eye.
“I’m a virgin.”
He blinked. “A who?”
I swallowed. “A virgin.”
He froze, his weight suddenly shifting off me like he didn’t know what to do with that information. He sat up and got off the bed without saying anything.
I laid there, staring up, my face burning. I’d ruined the moment. I could feel it. He was probably over it now, probably regretting even letting me in his room.
I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
“I’ll go,” I whispered.
I was almost at the door when I heard him say, “Who the fuck told you to get out the bed?”
I turned around, stunned by his words.
“Get back in the bed,” he said again, his tone letting me know what I wanted wasn’t up for debate.
