Page 56 of Certified Pressure 3
“Yeah,” I said, standin’ up. “But your next one gon’ be in Trill-Land.”
She looked irritated but still soft. “That’s fine,” she said, “but I still want the card just in case.”
“You won’t need it,” I told her.
She still grabbed the appointment card on our way out. She tucked it in her hand like she was already plannin’ to come back here.
When we stepped out the clinic and started walkin’ through the parkin’ lot, I reached over and snatched it right out her hand.
“Give it back,” she said, reachin’ for it.
I shook my head. “You heard what I said. You ain’t gon’ need this.”
“Pressure, stop playin’. I just want it.”
“I ain’t playin’ either,” I said, smirkin’ slightly. “You gon’ be home with me soon. I’ll have my own doctor on you every week if I got to.”
She took a step closer, close enough for me to smell her perfume. Her eyes met mine, and I felt it. That same heat that always came when we got too close. She looked at me like she wanted to argue, but her lips were tremblin’.
Before I could say another word, she leaned in and kissed me.
It wasn’t soft or uncertain, either. This shit was deep. Her lips was warm and tasted sweet, like she been eatin’ strawberries or some shit. My hands moved to her waist without even thinkin’, and she melted into me, her body pressed against mine. I couldn’t even remember what we was arguin’ about.
The world just disappeared, and all a nigga could think about was how right she felt…how natural it felt to have her in my arms again. Her fingers slid up the back of my neck, her nails dragging slow. That shit turned me on so bad, I pulled her closer. The kiss got deeper, wetter and rougher.
I gripped the back of her neck, slidin’ my fingers into her hair and twistin’ it until her head tilted back. I knew it turned her on, ‘cause she moaned into my mouth.
The sound sent something wild through me. I kissed her harder, tastin’ everything I had been tryna forget. Our mouths moved together like we was tryin’ to swallow every second we lost. My hand dropped lower, palmin’ her ass, pullin’ her tight against me.
People walked by, some stoppin’, some lookin’ away, but we ain’t break for shit.
Her nails was scraping up my arm while her body trembled against mine. I dragged my lips down her throat, felt her pulse jump against my tongue, then brought my mouth back to hers.
When she finally pulled back, her lipstick was smudged on both our lips, and her chest was risin’ and fallin’. We just stared at each other, breathin’ heavy, and our hearts racin’. My hands was still around her waist, and I didn’t even realize I backed her against a car.
I turned, still holdin’ her, then noticed the shine of the hood. That wasn’t my damn rental.
“The fuck? We leanin’ on somebody else shit.”
Pluto smiled, just barely, and looked down at my lips before glancin’ away.
I knew we was both fightin’ somethin’ heavy as fuck.
The West End Hotel
“Pressure,” I moaned as I dug my nails into his back.
His skin burned under my palms, hot and slick from the way our bodies kept meeting. Every slow, deep stroke from Pressure drove me deeper into the mattress like he was trying to melt into me. The sheets had slid down his waist, and my hands kept exploring the hard lines of his body, tracing every inch I could reach. Each thrust made me gasp louder, each one hitting that spot that made my legs tremble. It pulled out a sound and wave of pleasure I couldn’t hold back.
Every time he kissed me, I could taste my juices on him from when he ate me out and licked all over me earlier. The thought of it made me shiver.
Our tongues slid together like we’d been starving for this. The sound of it was wet and messy as hell. My fingers clutched at his waist, and he moaned against my mouth before lowering his lips to my neck, sucking and licking until my body arched under him.
Pressure always moved like he knew exactly how to unravel me. His eyes locked on mine. They were dark, but sexy, pulling me in until it felt like he was reaching somewhere past my body and into my spirit. When he leaned down and caught my bottom lip between his teeth, dragging it slow before letting go, a shiver ran through me that I couldn’t hide
Every stroke sent a pulse through me that made it hard to breathe. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, and the rough edge of his voice when he whispered how good I felt in my ear. My body was already shaking, my thighs trembling around his hips, but I didn’t want to stop him. I didn’t even want him to slow down.
He pressed his forehead against mine, and his breath came out uneven. “Look at me, Pluto,” he said, and when I did, everything around us disappeared. There was no sound, no thought, just the rhythm between us. His eyes looked heavy, like he was fighting everything he felt but still giving in to it at the same time.
