Page 47 of Off the Charts
Vayce laughed. “You cool with me inviting Valen?”
“I would love for my girl to come.”
He gave me a fake annoyed face. “Your girl?”
“You hard of hearing?”
Vayce’s hand went across my ass before continuing to rub it. I don’t know if it was the wine in me or what, but the slap went straight to my pussy, and I wanted him to do it again.
“I have something for you.”
I angled my head so I could see his full face. He was already looking down at me. “And what’s that?”
Vayce smiled. “First,” He leaned forward, grabbed something then leaned back, dangling a vine of grapes over my lips. “Taste this for me,” his deep voice dropped a few octaves.
Giving him my eyes, I extended my tongue, and he lowered it to my mouth. I slowly ran my tongue across the three I was planning to get off, watching the fire ignite in his eyes. Vayce lowered the vine, and I used my jaws to suck them into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“Mm,” I moaned as I bit into one. “Nowyoutaste it.”
His thick lips covered mine, kissing me with passion that made my clit jitter. I moaned against his lips, sitting up so I wouldn’t choke on the ones still in my mouth. Sliding my tongue into his warmth, I pushed the grapes into his mouth, kissed him once more, then pulled away. He looked down at me as he chewed and I bit into my bottom lip watching his fine ass. If I got to make a home inside of him like the grape did, then I’d decided exactly what I wanted to be in the afterlife.
“Sweet. Juicy. A lil’ tangy on the backend,” he slapped my ass again then kissed my neck. “Still ain’t as sweet as you though.”
I moaned, pushing him away. “Show me the gift, before I fuck you.”
“I wouldn’t mind that either.” Vayce pulled my body up and patted his knee. “Give me your foot.”
I placed my right foot on his lap. He stroked up my leg, behind my calf, then down to my ankle before lifting it to kiss along it. I squirmed and giggled under his touch.
“I've never been into feet, but every time I’m around you, I gotta have my hands on them or your legs. The shit is weird, but they’re so beautiful to me.”
“It’s not weird, baby. You like what you like.”
He kissed the inside of my ankle again then grabbed a box from his pocket and when it opened, my mouth dropped. “I could only think of one thing that would make it better. Diamonds.” He unhooked the anklet and laced it around my skin. I twirled my foot, watching the diamonds dance against it. He pulled my foot back, admiring it for a minute, then kissed the top of it. “Damn, J. That’s perfect.”
I squealed. “It’s so damn pretty and it matches my toes perfectly. I appreciate you so much! I promise it ain’t ever coming off. Can I shower with it?”
Vayce released a small chuckle as he glanced up at me. He pressed another kiss on my ankle. “I wouldn’t waste time giving you some shit out the mall or from a jeweler everyone else has access to. You can go live under water for the rest of your life and these mutha’fuckas would still shine the same. These diamonds are custom cut. That’s all we wear, baby.”
“Damn. I love that you have cartel money,” I shook my head. Vayce hollered. “No seriously, thank you for always thinking of me. That means everything, Vayce.”
He tapped my nose then kissed my lips. “And you’re becoming everything to me.”
“Ditto.” I kissed him again. We sat in silence for a few seconds before he spoke.
“Aight. I’an tryna kill the vibe, but how have you been mentally? I know you struggled a bit finding your new normal. Have you found what and who you are looking for within yourself yet?”
I sat up from his lap. It was a loaded question, but it was one I’d asked myself a few times a week. He was right, it was a struggle, but it was a beautiful one. Change was hard, but anything new typically was, you just had to want it bad enough. I did and I’d been working hard as fuck to obtain the peace that was rightfully mine.
“Uh, I think it’s a daily thing. Since I’ve started this journey, I’m more attentive so I’m continuously finding something new out about myself, whether it is a big or small thing. Like today, I found out I am not as patient as I thought I was. I lack the spirit of waiting,” we shared a laugh.
“Your patience is thin as paper, mama.”
“Excuse you!” I laughed, reaching over to brush crumbs from his beard. “Seriously though, I’m learning, Vayce. I’m not one hundred percent there yet, but I’m not who I was when this summer started. I think we view progress as this big ass step, but it’s not. Even if you take one step, it should be celebrated because the place you originally stood is still behind you and the destination is closer. That shit counts. Maybe not to the world, but to me it does. Motion is motion and, in this season, I’m giving myself flowers for things I brushed off. I’m in my rediscovery, bad bitch era and it is about saying yes to myself. Yes, to pleasure, yes to new experiences, mistakes, being desired, being seen, and as I start saying yes to my life…” I trailed off getting lost in his eyes. Vayce licked his lips. “I’ll start saying yes to you too.”
His lips rested against my forehead as he took a deep breath, forcing me to do the same. “That shit makes me so happy to hear ‘cause I can feel the confidence behind it. I can see the change, but it wouldn’t mean shit if you didn’t. I’m proud of you, J and I want you to know that every yes you give me will be nurtured as if it were my own.”
