Page 23 of Off the Charts
I was moving my hips in the seat while he was saying the lyrics like his favorite rap song. Here and there he would place a hand on his chest when he felt a line while I snapped my fingers. We sounded terrible together, but somehow it made the moment better.
“Until the end of time, I’ll be there for you. You own my heart and mind. I truly adorn you,” we harmonized.
“I used to say I was going to get married to this. This was the first song that made me go and try and find song lyrics,” I explained.
“It’s not too late,” he spoke. I gave him a faint smile. “Since you shared, this one made me realize love existed past the surface. It’s one thing to love someone and another to adore them.”
“Same. Listening made me process the fact that I never had that.”
Vayce stared at me for a minute, his eyes flicking from my lips back to my eyes. His gaze was too intense, so I broke it, only for him to hook a finger under my chin to redirect my vision. When he spoke, his tone had lowered into a faint whisper.
“Let me be the one to change that, J.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the nickname he’d come up with or the sincerity in his tone that made my breath catch in my throat. The air in the truck seemed to be entrapped by the increase in temperature between us. Suddenly the words of the song started to hold a different meaning, like the perfect illustration of the story we both were afraid to write. I wanted to tell him he could be the one to change that, but I was scared because no good things come this fast…right?
My eyes dropped to Vayce’s full lips then back to his eyes. Placing my feet on the truck floor, he inched forward, and Igasped feeling him come closer, but I was even more surprised when I felt myself closing the gap.
His thick lips covered mine at once as if our sets belonged together. The fireworks in my brain erupted. It wasn’t rushed. It was patient, slow, and grew nasty. We took our time learning every part of one another’s mouths. My hands ran from his shoulders until they reached the back of his neck. I moaned against his lips when his tongue slid in, an excuse for him to kiss me deeper. Vayce lifted me, setting me directly on his lap, with my knees bracing either side of his hips. His mouth opened wider, tongue sliding against mine in wet, slow strokes that matched my hips that were now rolling against his lap. Neither of us voiced a word, so our tongues exchanged silent yes’s.
Yes, I was willing to try.
Yes, I was willing to…make you mine.
Yes, to taking a fucking risk without having all the details.
Yes.
To whatever was to come.
It didn’t take me long to feel his dick harden underneath me. I angled my hips so I could grind directly against him.
“Mmm,” he groaned, pulling back to look between us. My dress had risen and my pussy was pressed directly on his lap. “This view hits different in person mama,” he kissed me again.
“You feel so good,” I whispered, pressing my forehead against his, still grinding my hips against him. He held me down harder, making the friction of our movement more passive. My head tipped back in a moan, and he kissed my throat. When I pulled back, he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and sucked, just hard enough to make me moan into him.
His hands moved from my hips to the small of my back, sliding under my dress. The warmth of his palms made me grind harder without thinking. Vayce broke the kiss just enough to breathe me in, his lips moving to brush my cheek, my jaw, thenback to my mouth like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to be. “You feel that baby?”
I nodded, lips barely parting from his. “Yes.”
“Then keep going, J. Lemme feel you.”
I rocked into him slowly, letting the feeling build. Prince was still crooning in the back creating the perfect atmosphere. His tongue slid over mine again, slow at first, then deeper, matching the pace of my grind until I could feel my thighs trembling. My hands held his face now, thumbs brushing his beard, feeling the heat of him down to my fucking fingertips. The feeling of him pressed against me and his large hands on my ass was too much in the best way. The more I kissed him, the more I wanted to fuck him and from the way Vayce’s breathing turned into quiet, rough groans, I knew he was right there with me.
“J, we gotta chill,” he broke our kiss. Breathlessly, I pulled back trying to process how quickly the shit escalated and how good it felt. “It ain’t that I’on want it, but I rather take our time. The next time I get my hands on you, won’t shit be able to stop that. Just not here.”
I nodded, understanding where he was coming from because mentally, I was already beating myself up for kissing him so fucking soon.
Climbing back in my seat, I fixed my dress the best I could. I heard what he said about taking our time, but that didn’t stop my thoughts from running wild. First, it was the picture now I was kissing him on our second interaction. He definitely was going to think I was a hoe.
We spent another ten minutes or so at the lake before Vayce drove me home. It was almost four in the morning when he walked me to my door. The thrill of our entire outing felt like fate mixed with high school and as much as I was in my head about it, I had a ball.
“I enjoyed every moment with you tonight,” he grabbed my free hand.
I couldn’t hide my rosy cheeks as I looked up at him towering over me. “I enjoyed you too. Thank you for letting me let my hair down with no judgement.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” he looked off in the distance then back down at me. “Do you have summer plans?”
I looked down at the bulge that was still very evident in his pants. I wanted to know how he’d be handling that. I wouldn’t mind being a fly or a wall, whichever would get me the best view.
