Fuckin’ adorable.
Her smile was as bright as the sun when she stepped inside, lifting her arm to show off the reusable grocery bag she was carrying. “I brought breakfast.”
It was a sweet gesture, even when I peeked into the bag to discover, “Ain’t that the cereal company you got me a deal with?”
She was already unloading her bowl of cereal starter kit onto my kitchen counter as she answered, “Okay, so it’s a two-for-one.”
Smirking, I let her finish, watching her prepare the bowl as I reminded her, “You’re not supposed to be working today, Jayla.”
I honestly wasn’t surprised that she was already trying to break the rules of the day since it really wasn’t in her nature to take a break. I mean, even the first time she came to visit, it was to attend the party and make sure she got shots of the Bluetooth speaker for my Instagram. But considering how much I admired her grind, I wasn’t going to complain when she shoved the bowl into my hands and replied, “I’m not doing the work, you are. Now say cheese.”
The smirk I gave was more teasingly annoyed than anything, something the camera must’ve picked up on according to the way Jayla’s face scrunched once she looked at the picture.
“Not nearly sexy enough,” she said, moving to fluff my locs around as I snuck a few bites of the cereal before it got soggy. And just as I was moaning in response to how fire it was, she snapped another, more candid picture.
“Okay, now this one is too sexy. How about one more?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that, taking another bite - and picture - that earned an enthusiastic, “There. A perfectly balanced picture with a perfectly balanced breakfast.”
As long as she was satisfied with it, then that was all that really mattered, my attention staying on the cereal as I told her, “I can’t even fake, this is some of the best cereal I’ve ever eaten.”
“And it’s organic. Ooh. Maybe we should put all of this on your Snapchat too,” she said, snapping her fingers before reaching to pick my phone back up from the counter.
But I got to it first, slipping it into the pocket of the basketball shorts I had slept in while insisting, “Or maybe, you should leave the phone alone and have a bowl yourself.”
I could tell she wanted to challenge my idea, but I didn’t buy in, instead pushing the box of cereal her way with a look that urged her to eat. And eventually, she conceded with a heavy sigh, grabbing the box as she said, “Sorry. I’m so used to being on the go already that I guess I don’t know how to chill.”
“Well I need you to eat so you can have some energy today,” I told her, pouring myself another bowl before filling mine and hers with the almond milk she had brought.
“How much energy does one need to lay around all day?” she asked just before she shoved a skeptical bite into her mouth, moaning in response to the flavors the same way I had as she whispered, “Damn. This is good.”
I gave her a look of, “I told you so” as I took another bite of my own, then addressed her question. “How much energy do you need? Enough to keep up with ya’ boy.”
She rolled her eyes at that, turning around to pour herself a little more cereal and giving me the perfect view of her ass; a sight I could definitely get used to seeing every morning. And since I was sure she could feel me staring, I commented, “Those leggings look good on you, but I don’t think I like not having easy access.”
“Good thing they come off and don’t have to go back on then, huh?” she asked with a smirk, slipping another bite into her mouth that looked less like cereal and more like sex, tempting me to cut our traditional breakfast short and have her ass right there on the counter.
But since I knew I needed the energy just as much as I insisted she did, I did my best to brush it off with a little laugh. “I think I might’ve created a monster in you, shorty.”
“Or maybe she was always there, lying dormant until the right one came knocking,” she challenged with another sex bite, one that had me biting my lip as I decided she was definitely going to be my brunch.
For now though, I could only shake my head, trying to understand how Jayla’s sexy could’ve possibly laid dormant if she had been married for the past few years.
Unless ol’ boy was a Grade A lame...
Just from our little interaction at the office yesterday, I could tell he was one of those bougie boardroom types; something that didn’t really surprise me since that seemed to fit Jayla’s style. But to have someone as dynamic as Jayla as his wife and not want to explore, appreciate, every inch of her night after night?
“That nigga really missed out.”
It was supposed to be a thought that came out as a statement, one that clearly caught Jayla off-guard considering the way she tensed up in response. But just when I was getting ready to apologize, she brought a finger to my lips to shut me up.
“Don’t ruin our baecation talking about irrelevant people, Khalid.”
Our baecation.
To hear her really buying in to my idea was like music to my ears, making me smirk when I told her, “As bad as I want you right now, I really need to go shower and brush my teeth.”
“Go ahead. I’ll join you in a minute,” she replied nonchalantly, almost like she didn’t realize what she was saying. Or maybe she did, treating it like the normal occurrence it very well could be if she’d stop playing.
I’d happily take the preview for now, getting ready to clean up our mess in the kitchen until she shooed me off to the bathroom. And even though I could hear my grandmama talking shit about it in my head, seeing Jayla that comfortable in my space had those moths doing all sorts of tricks in my stomach as I followed her directions and got my ass to the bathroom.
Just as she said she would, she joined me a few minutes later, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind the second I finished spitting mouthwash into the sink. And after wiping my mouth with a towel, I covered my hands with her, unable to hold back my smile when I noticed how radiant hers was through the mirror.
“What are you back there grinnin’ so hard for?” I asked, happy to see it regardless of the source.
But my heart might’ve swelled a little bit when she squeezed me a little tighter and answered, “I haven’t even been here for an hour, and somehow I already feel so… recharged. So relaxed.”
“See what happens when you listen to me. I’ll never steer you wrong, gorgeous,” I told her with a proud grin, turning around to face her head on when I added, “Now get those leggings off before I have to rip them off you.”
“You first,” she said with a glance down at my basketball shorts that were doing nothing to hide how hard my dick was from just the thought of Jayla getting naked. But if that’s what she wanted, I had no problem being the leader, yanking them down with an easy tug and stepping out of them before giving her a look that said, “Your turn.”
She almost missed it, her attention solely focused on my dick that was clearly happy to see her considering the way it kept on growing under her gaze. And when she licked her lips, it jumped like a damn puppy, earning an appreciative, “Mmm…” as Jayla finally started to undress.
Now I was the focused one, my lip pulled between my teeth as I watched her stomach flex when she pulled her hoodie and tank over her head, watched her ass as she peeled out of her leggings, and struggled to keep my hands to myself as I watched her get rid of the bra and panties she wouldn’t be putting back on until it was time for her to leave if it was up to me. But I was so damn lost in everything her that I almost didn’t hear her when she asked, “Do you have an extra hair tie?”
Keeping my eyes on her, I blindly reached into one of the drawers nearby before handing over a band I usually used to keep my locs out of my face. But even watching her put her hair in a bun on top of her head was an erotic sight, the natural curves and peaks in her body as she moved making my desire for brunch a little more urgent.
“You have all day,” I reminded myself, moving to turn the shower on and find t
he right temperature. But what I considered good and warm only made Jayla frown once she followed in behind me.
“Are you trying to give us hypothermia or something?” she asked, reaching past me to turn the dial to a temperature that damn near burned my back even though I refused to show the pain.
It was a sacrifice I was willing to make if it meant having Jayla happily use my body wash and sponge to wash my chest, then my abs, all the way down to my dick where she exchanged the sponge for her bare, soapy hands, using both to stroke me with precision as she teasingly gnawed into her lip and asked, “You like that, bae?”
“As if the weakness in my knees and calculated breaths weren’t enough of an indicator…” I thought, quickly realizing she couldn’t feel either. But in that moment, I decided she deserved to feel every bit of what I was feeling, including the emotional shit I couldn’t tell her about without scaring her off, locking my hand under her chin and planting a kiss against her lips that she greedily accepted.
One of her hands left my dick to dig into my hair and pull me closer as I backed her into the wall, the scorching water easily becoming an afterthought as I moved my lips from her mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing in a way that only made her strokes become more intense. But I’d bust a hundred nuts into her hand if it meant having this moment forever, if it meant being able to see Jayla in this state of pure sensuality, baring all and doing exactly what she wanted without a care in the world because she fuckin’ deserved to.
If nothing else, I’d be sure to make it worth it.
In fact, it felt like my responsibility to let her know how much I appreciated being witness to this side of her, how much I appreciated being a part of the transition. And to be completely honest, I was desperate to have her flavor on my tongue since it was the only thing that had that cereal beat.
So instead of leaving all the fun to her, I dropped to my knees, not even bothered by the fact that it would probably take all day for my hair to dry as I landed kisses against her belly button before draping one of her legs over my shoulder. Then I moved those kisses from her stomach to her thighs, biting into each before she all but pushed my head exactly where she wanted me.
Exactly where I wanted to be.
The more she squirmed, the more I licked, flicking my tongue against her pearl as she buried her hands deeper into my locs. And the harder she pulled at the root, the more pressure I applied, just the taste of her making me lose my damn mind until she pulled my head back to say, “I need you inside of me.”
Her wish was my command as I removed her leg from my shoulder so I could stand up, getting ready to wipe my face until she pulled me into another one of those greedy kisses, barely leaving any for me to savor as I draped one of her legs around my waist. And once she wrapped her arms around my neck, I used it as leverage to grab the other leg, Jayla reaching between us to grab my dick and align it with her opening before sliding down onto my dick with a gratifying plunge.
So fuckin’ good.
With her back against the wall, I gave her everything I had, rocking into her with wild strokes that had her digging into my back, and my ass, and my hair, and anything else she could get her hands on. But little did she know, all she had to do was say the word and it could all be hers.
I could be hers.
Lucky for the both of us, I was more than willing to earn my spot, and if this was what it took, I’d be first in line every time. Or in this case, second in line since Jayla was already humming with an orgasm, my hands latching under her shaking thighs as I fucked her through it. And even when she collapsed against me, I continued to stroke her senseless until I felt my own nut beginning to emerge, emptying myself inside of her with all sorts of grunts and groans that I hardly recognized.
The sound of the water still splashing against the shower floor was the only sounds between us as I let Jayla down to her feet, catching her at the waist when she slipped a little bit. But even through that simple touch, I could still feel the sizzle, the chemistry she could no longer deny if she wanted to.
According to the satiated look on her face, she didn’t want to deny a thing, completely content letting me wash her up and landing sweet little kisses in random places along my skin as I rinsed the both of us. And when we finally made it out of the shower and were both secured in towels, the first thing she said was, “I think I need another bowl of that cereal.”
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I assumed I must’ve been dreaming when I woke up a little after noon to an empty bed, the vividness in my head of Jayla in multiple sex positions low-key spooking me out a little bit since it all felt real as hell. In fact, I called myself checking to make sure the dream hadn’t been a wet one since the type of shit that went down in my imagination certainly called for an unconscious nut. But the only thing I saw when I pulled the covers back was the towel I had given Jayla, making me realize it had all been real after all.
The breakfast, the shower sex, the bed sex, the post-sex nap.
My dreams had literally come true right before my eyes, except for the fact that the dream woman was now missing from my bed.
“Where the hell is she?” I thought, tossing the covers back and grabbing a fresh pair of basketball shorts to throw on before heading down the hall in hopes that she hadn’t left. And even though I had hoped for it, I was still surprised to find her quietly sitting cross-legged on the couch with a takeout container in front of her watching one of the seasons of Martin on DVD.
She started cracking up laughing at the infamous Chilligan’s Island episode like it was her first time seeing it before sneaking a bite of what looked like fried rice, a little bit of the vegetables falling from her fork right onto one of my shirts.
She’s wearing my shirt?
“Yeah, I must still be dreaming,” I decided as I rounded the couch, expecting to find her face blurred or my senses suddenly muffled the way it would happen in a dream. But she was really all there, her smile wide when she excitedly announced, “You’re finally up.”
“I am. Thought you ran away,” I replied as I plopped down on the couch next to her just as she was turning my way with a confused expression.
“Ran away, to what? My apartment? Back to work? Nah, I’m perfectly fine right here.”
Since convincing her to take the day off hadn’t been all that easy, it brought me great joy to see how far she had come since then. And not only that, but to see how much she seemed to be enjoying herself so far; as if this could become a reoccurring thing.
“I see that. I… like it. A lot,” I expressed, catching the little smirk she gave in response to agree with me.
But she didn’t acknowledge my words with any of her own, only tossed a hand toward the kitchen when she said, “There’s some extra food in there on the counter. I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I figured I couldn’t go too wrong with fried rice.”
“I appreciate it, shorty,” I replied with a little nod as her attention went back to Martin and my attention stayed on her, the longer I stared, the more the million-dollar question on my tongue threatened to spill out since it truly didn’t make any sense to me. I mean, Jayla just seemed so… ideal; beautiful and ambitious, caring and considerate, flat-out sexy and had her shit together in every way possible. So I really didn’t understand…
“What?” she asked after catching me staring a little too hard.
It would’ve been easy to cover with some white lie. But there was really no point to start telling stories now, instead being completely honest when I admitted, “I wanna ask you a personal question, but I don’t wanna fuck up the vibe.”
For whatever reason, that made her laugh. “The person who’s been cumming inside of me for two days straight is suddenly scared to ask me a personal question? Doesn’t that seem a little backward to you, Khalid?”
“Fine. Why’d you get a divorce?” I blurted before I could swallow it down. And just like that, the humorous expression on her face was replaced with absolutely nothing, her lips flat and her e
yes narrowed as she muttered, “Oh, that personal question.”
She reached to put her takeout container on the coffee table then rested her hands in her lap, taking her time to choose her words carefully. And while I knew the general gist of things thanks to Londyn, my ears were completely tuned in when Jayla started, “Jason and I were one of those couples who looked good on paper. Both accomplished, both attractive, both… polished, regardless of our upbringing. He was everything I thought I needed in a man, and I was... everything he knew he needed to make himself look better in the professional world. But I don’t think we were ever really all that compatible, and it showed up in a lot of different ways even though my mother acted like I was making it all up; acted like Jason was the best thing that ever happened to me and that I should just be grateful to be connected to him.”
“So that’s why she and her mother are only cordial now…” I thought, keeping the revelation to myself as she continued, “I stayed and played my role because that’s what the vows say, and divorce didn’t seem like a real option at the time. Jason, on the other hand, said fuck those vows and started screwing every woman he could.”
“Damn. You should’ve definitely let me beat his ass the other day then,” I told her, wishing I would’ve taken the opportunity when I had it.
Jayla didn’t seem as concerned, shrugging when she gave a half-hearted smile and insisted, “I have a feeling karma will take care of all that.”
I could appreciate her optimism, but something about it all still wasn’t sitting quite right for me. And since we were already on the topic, I figured it was the best time to get full clarity when I said, “But like, and maybe I’m a little naive when it comes to all this marriage shit, but I guess I just don’t understand how he had you, and Natasha, at home, and still went out and cheated like that. I mean, how do you not make that work?”
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