Page 48 of Off the Charts
“I know,” I slid my hand under his shirt, wanting more skin to skin. “Thank you.”
Another hour passed and we were still outside. Vayce and I counted the few stars in the sky and picked the brightest one to make a wish. It was simple, corny even, but somehow it made us feel connected. Thankfully, the temperature dropped, but we couldn’t feel the difference since we finished two full bottles ofwine and were currently taking shots out of the bottle playing some game I came up with on a whim. We wrote down some questions on some paper, balled it up and put it in a bowl. If you pulled it, you had to answer or do what it said. If not, you have to take a shot.
We were crossfaded and feeling every effect. I grinded my hips to the beat in the background, snapping my fingers. It was my turn, so I pulled a piece of paper from the bowl.
“Whew. Okay. This shit says. Wait, what does it say?” I blinked a few times, bringing it closer to my face. “Damn. Why I keep pulling my own shit! What’s the first thing you noticed about me? And don’t say my beauty. That’s lame.”
Vayce laughed loud as hell. He was leaning back on his elbows watching my every move through his low eyes. “Shit, uhh. Let me think.” His eyes skipped in a circle before returning to me. He smirked. “That you were obedient. Stubborn as a bull, but you’ll listen for the right one. I told you to sit your ass down and you did,” his head moved to the other side as he licked his lips. “You were a good girl before I ever made you one.”
My essence slipped out my canal and seeped onto the seat of my panties. It was his tone, the truth of it, and how fucking sexy he looked saying it. “Vayce.”
“What’s up, mama?” He sat up, grabbing my arm to tug me closer. I gasped when he wrapped a hand around my neck, moving so close that our lips just barely touched. “I know my name. There are other words that you can use and four that I want to hear.” He bit my bottom lip causing me to moan.
In this position, I forgot how to think or speak. Shit the only thing I could think of was to burst into a nursery rhyme. The words I spoke were the truth, but not what he was looking for. “I want you.”
“Nah,” Vayce gripped my neck tighter. “That’s not it, Miss J.”
“My pussy is wet,” I breathed as his other hand stroked the inside of my thighs the same way he did in the mirror. “Baby..”
“You see what I mean?” He dropped a wet kiss on my lips. I was melting in his embrace, going blank in the brain and he hadn’t done much. “A good mutha’fuckin’ girl.” He kissed me again. “Stand up and take everything off.”
Standing, I stripped, watching him do the same. His thick dick sprang to life as if he were waiting to be released. Water gushed from the sides of my mouth as I tried to memorize every part of his defined body like it was our first time. Vayce was muscular, but everything was evenly proportioned from his big broad shoulders, abs, all the way down to his defined legs.
“Sit down.” I obeyed watching him return to his original position and wrap one hand around his dick. “Miss J, I want you to show me how you played with your pussy to the video I sent you.”
I repositioned my body. I was still shy in front of Vayce but the look in his eyes and increasing chemistry between us told me it was okay. I spread my legs and his eyes dropped.
“Let’s make a deal,” his brow raised as he groaned. “I will show you if you stroke that dick with the same challenge”
“I never turned down a challenge, mama.”
He squeezed the head making it spit pre-cum. The shit was so sexy to me watching him in ecstasy. My middle and ring fingers were my go-to. I dipped my fingers in my wetness and dragged it up to my clit, circling slowly.
“Shit,” I hissed.
With parted lips, his hands rubbed up and down his length. I watched his stomach and balls tighten and a sexy frown set into his forehead from the pleasure. The tea tree lights danced against his brown skin and each time they flickered upward, I could see his intense gaze as he watched me. What a fuckingvisual. My pussy got wetter. Yes, the video was good, but this shit was like having my own personal pornstar.
“Fuck, Miss J.” He let out the sexiest groan as my head tipped back. Looking down, I watched as more of my essence slipped onto the blanket, then over at Vayce, the both of us creating a beautiful mess. “That’s it baby, get that pretty mutha’fucka wet for me.”
“You look so good like that, babe. Keep stroking it for me,” I whispered, earning a low growl from him. My legs shook as I continued rubbing myself at the same pace. “Vayce, I can’t take it.”
Releasing himself, he laid flat on the blanket. “Come sit that pussy on my face.”
I crawled the small distance between us and straddled his chest. Out of my thirty-five years, I’d never sat on a man’s face. I’d had head, but never this way and I honestly wasn’t sure what to do.
“Higher.”
“Bab—”
Vayce sank his palms under my thighs and lifted me in the air and onto his face like I weighed nothing. His lips connected with my clit instantly and I attempted to get up, but he wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me down.
The first lick was slow and warm, swiping from my ass to my clit and back. His tongue dragged over every inch before he pulled back. “This is just what I needed, baby. This pussy so good.”
“Oh, shit. Shit,” I looked down at him. He groaned like he loved the mess I was making, and I watched my juices drip down his beard. Using his fingers, he parted my lips so his tongue could dip lower, tasting everything then slid up to attack my clit again.
“Ride my face, baby. Take what you need. You got it,” he mumbled.
With the hand that was holding my waist, he locked our fingers. I was comfortable up here now, so I rolled my hips against his mouth. The slap he sent across my ass let me know he liked the pace. The way his tongue flicked against me had to be a skill and each time his lips closed around my clit, it felt like he wanted to greet every nerve there.
