Page 36 of Off the Charts
I shook my head rapidly. I was talking shit about him, but I was feeling everything, even the heaviness of my own eyes. “No. It’s on my bucket list though.”
Vayce stared at me for a minute then nodded. I looked down at the tattoo art trailing down his arms. On his upper arm was aportrait of a woman. From her features, she looked identical to him. I guess he caught my eyes because he rubbed it then angled his arm so I could see it clearer.
“That’s V when she graduated from Indigo Falls University. One of the best days of my life.”
I smiled. They were siblings but I believed a part of him saw her as his child since he practically raised her. “She’s beautiful. I see why she calls you a gremlin.”
Vayce’s head dropped back as he laughed. “That mutha’fucka aight. I hope y’all vibe in person. I can see y’all friendship being something good, against my wishes.”
“Against your wishes?” I chuckled. He nodded with a smile. “No, but me too. Jade is my only friend.”
A question that lingered in my brain surfaced. I wanted to ask but I didn’t want to be annoying. I didn’t know my leg started bouncing until he reached out, forcing me to stop.
“No running. Speak your mind, mama.”
“I just feel like I ask you so many damn questions,” I snickered.
“And I’on feel like you ask me enough, so if you ask me a million more, I’ll answer those too,” he ran his tongue along his teeth. “What’s up, J?”
I threw the rest of my wine back like a shot. “Whe—when I sent you that picture, you responded and said I was missing a color. What were you talking about and what was the color?”
Something shifted in his eyes, and he chuckled lowly. “You don’t want to know that answer, J.”
My brows raised. “I do.”
“Aight,” he sipped from his glass. A devious grin settled against his thick lips. His gaze was so intense that I shifted on the couch. He was staring like a leopard stalking its prey. “Think of going to The Bean Loft. Caramel is the color of syrup and the closest to your complexion.” I nodded watching his eyes move tomy exposed thighs. “Before you add all the extra shit, coffee is black. That was the color of your lingerie. I like a lot of shit as is, but freshly ground coffee and caramel is better when you add two things, sugar or creamer. Sometimes both. Now, you tell me the color you were missing.”
“White,” I spoke just above a whisper, still not fully understanding.
My eyes drifted off trying to solve his riddle and it didn’t take long for the revelation to hit me like the wind. I couldn’t say anything, but I could feel my wetness seep from my hole onto the lace. My pussy clenched a few times, and Vayce was still sitting there cool as hell finishing off his wine like he didn’t just tell me my skin was missing his nut.
“C’mere,” he took my glass from my hand and set it on the dresser. Not giving me enough time to move, Vayce lifted me and sat me in front of him, pressing the side of my waist until my back was pressed against his chest. I relaxed into his frame and when my eyes opened, I saw that we were sitting directly in front of the full-length mirror.
Vayce kissed my right shoulder. Our eyes met through the reflection and that’s when I noticed his were now dark, but full of fucking desire. He placed his right leg on top of mine and spread it open. My chest heaved feeling his full lips behind my earlobe then on it. He locked our fingers together and let his thumb trace circles on the inside of my palms. Vayce’s touch was simple but was more than enough to send chills through my body.
“Do you know your erogenous zones?”
I frowned, looking at him through the mirror. “My what, nigga?”
“You funny as fuck, J.” Vayce laughed, placing another kiss on my shoulder. “Your erogenous zones are parts of your body that are sensitive to touch or stimulation. Women have seven. Remember how you reacted when I rubbed that spot on yourfoot.” I nodded, feeling his index and thumb trace the ends of each of my fingertips. I was biting back a moan because it felt so good. The music in the background felt like a paid participant. Could I handle it? If I couldn’t, I would, especially with how my thong was growing wetter by the second. “The bottom of your feet is one. Your ears are two. Your fingertips are three. Do you know where the rest are?”
“No,” I whimpered, closing my eyes as his tongue licked my ear.
Vayce reached up and tilted my chin for our eyes to meet through the reflection again. His lips hovered over the shell of my ear; his tone laced in the most panty wetting voice. “Then, lemme teach you, mama.”
“Vayce,” I whispered as his kisses moved down my neck. His mouth opened and his thick tongue flicked the center of my neck until he reached my spot. I whimpered when he locked in, licking and sucking it. I grabbed the side of his face, stroking his beard and cheek as he bit down into my flesh. I moaned at the sensation and the feeling of his hard dick pressed at the top of my ass. Feeling the fire he left behind my skin opened my eyes to the fact that it had been close to nine months since I felt a touch against my skin that wasn’t my own.
“That feels…so good.”
“Can you handle it?” He mumbled with the song.
A moan was my response. Vayce released my hands and moved to my inner thighs. His caresses started slow, teasing almost. My legs were spread but since my shirt was oversized, you could only see where his hands were. They traveled higher, making me whimper. He massaged my inner thighs deeply, never missing an opportunity to kiss my shoulder. Every pass of his hand made my pulse stumble and his touch felt like he was taking possession of me. I felt beautiful and filthy all at once andI knew this was the only time I wanted to ever be weak for a man again.
“I’on think you know how sensitive you are here,” he squeezed my skin. “Or how beautiful you look watching me watch you.”
“Mmm. You gonna make me cum already.”
“That’s fine too, mama. Just keep your eyes on me,” he ordered softly, moving his hands higher. “Your thighs are number four. It’s also another spot I’ll always tend to. There’s pressure here and you’re trembling. I believe that means your body wants me deeper, Miss J,” he kissed my neck, making me hiss. “I can’t wait to put my lips here,” his hands continued until they met at the end of my lace. “And here.”
