Page 58 of Tyriq & Teaira
“No thanks needed when it comes to him,” I tell her, meaning every word.
I make it back to our suite right in time because the tailor and his team are packing up. I rush over and ask if they can go down to Room 1003 to assist his mom with her pants. They graciously agree so I let them out.
It’s almost three so we have a small window of free time before the true controlled chaos begins. My Dominican blow out is bodying and my face is tea. I showered and moisturized before I tried to eat my yogurt and fruit. My beautiful dress is steamed and ready for me to slide into it. I’m set, his suit is ready, and I can hear that he’s in the shower. So, after double checking that all IDs, passes, and our itinerary are in my bag, I head into the bedroom and make myself comfortable on the bed.
He comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water all over his exposed arms and chests.
“Did you even dry your top half?” I ask.
He answers by untucking his towel and removing it from his lower body. He drapes it off his shoulders and does a horrible job of attempting to dry off. I ease off the bed, step to him, and grab the towel. Starting with his back, I lift my arms and wipe the towel across. Then I step in front of him. His eyes stay glued on me as I begin with his shoulders, move to his arms, then his chest. I save his legs for the last, and when I reach them, I drop the towel to the floor then lower to my knees on top of it.
His eyes squint a little, questioning my move, but any curiosity he has fades when I gently wrap my hand around his pretty ass dick. Taking my time, I caress it before kissing the tip. When I take the head into my mouth, he lets out a low, deep groan, then his head dips. His eyes close for a moment but when I take him all the way in and the tip hits the back of my throat, his eyes fly open and he moans.
“Fuck, bae. Damn.”
His hand caresses my neck then he fists the back of my hair. While fisting it, he slowly guides my head as I suck, lick, and slob on his dick. I love giving him head. I love pleasing him and watching him come unglued because of my mouth and hands. That shit is sexy, powerful, and a complete turn on.
My clit throbs every time he moans and I’m getting so damn wet. While making love to his dick with my mouth, I fight the urge to massage my throbbing pussy. I’m being selfless tonight, pushing my desires to the side and only focusing on the man I love. Tonight is all about him and for him. I love Tyriq and I’ll do whatever I need to do to make sure he’s truly relaxed when we leave the room.
When his other hand fists my hair and his moans increase, I know I’m doing the damn thing and accomplishing my goal. I got him right where I want him. He’s about to release his anxiety.
Me: Fifteen minutes to start. You need to come back.
Quay:OMW
The Barclays Center is packed, buzzing with players, coaches, agents, reporters, family, friends, and fans. Ten minutes before his scheduled red-carpet time, we dropped Tyriq off at the designated area. I tried to stick around and get a glimpse of him but we were briskly whisked to our entrance by Carsen, a junior agent assigned to us by Mick. He was in the Sprinter that picked us up from the hotel.
Quay disappeared the moment we stepped inside but she has strict orders to be back here on the floor before the draft starts. According to Mick, not only is Tyriq going in the first round; he is going to be in the top three.
The energy and excitement in this place is thick, palpable, and I can feel all over. It’s in every piece of linen on the tables, in every gold basketball centerpiece, in the air, and radiating off all of these beautiful people. The theme of night is clearly basketball elegance because everything, even the smallest of details, is exquisite.
“Is she coming?” Miss Latisha asks nervously.
She has been stressing about Quay since we walked in. It’s all nervousness so when she asks her million questions, Ijust provide a million answers. Nervous or not though, she looks amazing. Hell, we all look amazing. The romper was a great choice for her and Quay looks like a model in a beautiful, royal blue, sleeveless, fitted dress. She has legs for days and the cutest little shape.
Small belly and all, I’m wearing the hell out of this bad ass, black sequined, one shoulder formal dress, with a thigh high split on my left leg. I wanted to look perfect for him tonight, and when he couldn’t stop smiling or shaking his head when he first saw me, I knew I looked as good as I felt.
“She’s on her way now and so is Tyriq,” I answer.
“Oh good,” she sighs while twirling her finger through the gold chain on her clutch. “I think I need to go to the restroom before we start.”
“There’s one right there.” I nod to the restroom on the left, midway on the wall. “But go now while there’s time.”
“It’s okay. I think I’m good.”
Her nervousness is starting to creep across my skin and I do not want any parts of it. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, channeling that unwanted energy away from me. When I open my eyes, I instinctively tilt my head up. I felt and smelled Tyriq before I opened them.
After kissing my lips, he asks, “Where’s Quay?”
“Right there,” his mom answers and I look away from my handsome man. Quay and Carsen are heading this way.
“Sit down, baby,” I tell Tyriq while tapping the seat of his chair.
“I’m straight, bae. I’ll sit when we start.”
Not even a minute later, the lights dim a little on the main floor and the stage lights get brighter. Everyone’s attentionmoves to the stage and Tyriq sits down. He closes his eyes then grips the diamond cross on his platinum chain. His lips move. He appears to be praying so I close my eyes and say a silent one too.
“Good evening and welcome to the NBA Draft. From big cities to small towns, basketball is played everywhere,” the commissioner begins and I open my eyes.
