For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at me with the most lustful expression. Though the low, slanted eyes could’ve also been a result of his inebriated state. But I quickly came to the conclusion that it was a combination of both once he proclaimed, “You know you comin’ home with me tonight, right?”
My heart leaped in my chest as a Cheshire cat-like smile grew slowly on my lips, his forwardness along with my inebriated state enough to have heat rushing to my cheeks and between my thighs. In my right mind, I knew I should’ve considered slowing things down, getting a grip on the situation. But in my current mind, I was all in, diverting my eyes as I teased, “I mean… I hadn’t planned on it, but…”
“Well fuck whatever plans you had. You comin’ with me,” he growled, his face diving to the crook of my neck to give it a slow lick, eliciting a moan that turned into more of a giggle since… I can’t believe he really just did that.
It was so lecherous yet so soul-stirring all at once, letting me know exactly where his head was at. Though I still tried to save him when I squealed, “Oh my God, Princeton! Quit playin’.”
“You the one playin’! Showin’ up here lookin’ fine as hell, smellin’ all good and shit. You knew what you were doing, B.”
“Dressing appropriately for the occasion?”
“Nah. Dressing appropriately to get this dick,” he replied before taking another quick dive at my neck that I dodged out of pure amusement while squealing his name. But he didn’t back down, going at me once more when he said, “Only being real, Bella. Unless you ain’t on that, then I’ll chill. But I’m on that. All the way.”
“Yeah, on that liquor that’s got you talking crazy,” I told him, giving him yet another opportunity to back out.
But he only dug himself into a deeper hole when he insisted, “A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts. That’s what they say, right?”
Instead of answering his question, I ran a gentle hand along his cheek, my thumb brushing over the last hint of evidence from the black eye I had given him while he licked his lips in waiting.
“Happy Birthday, Princeton.”
“Make it happier, Bella,” he challenged, inching his head closer towards mine for a kiss.
Though our lips didn’t actually get a chance to connect since Brandin distracted us when he shouted, “Man, how the hell did I become the fifth wheel in this shit?!”
While Princeton and I immediately began to giggle, Gina and Little Tony weren’t paying him any mind which only seemed to annoy him even more as Princeton motioned for me to stand up before doing the same.
“Nah, that bitch bouta turn into a tricycle now. We’re outta here,” he said draping an arm around my shoulder to lead us out.
But I refused to take a step without making sure my friend was good - and in good hands - turning towards her to ask, “Gina, you good?”
“Hell yes. Y’all have fun. And be safe!” she shouted with a smile that made it seem as if she was more excited than me about whatever was to come. And when she added a wink, I knew her comment about being safe was in reference to more than just wearing seatbelts on the ride to Princeton’s home. But he was already dragging us out of the club before I got a chance to even think about a worded-response, waving goodbye instead as Princeton continued his mad dash towards the exit.
I was barely keeping up, giggling as I whined, “Princeton, slow down. My feet hurt.” But instead of slowing down, he lifted me with ease and tossed me over his shoulder like a doll, only making me laugh even harder since I could only imagine how silly we looked to anyone watching us.
“Be careful! I’m afraid of heights! I think my ass is out!” I rattled off through my laughs, my almost-upside down position only making me feel even more tipsy as I watched the view change from the dark lighting in the club to the moonlit street until we made it to a blacked-out truck where Princeton finally let me down. And even there, I couldn’t help myself when I joked, “Ooh, you get the fancy Ubers. I’m more of an UberPool kind of girl myself.”
Princeton shook his head with a grin of his own, opening the door as he instructed, “Bella, just get in. We got somewhere to be.”
“Where do we have to be?” I asked, staying on the sidewalk until I got more details.
But I couldn’t move fast enough once I watched Princeton pull his lip between his teeth and give me a onceover before he finally answered, “Wherever I can devour you the fastest.”
“In that case…” I trailed, climbing into the truck in a quickness with Princeton right behind me.
Once we were secure inside, the driver looked back, then did a double take when he realized, “Yo, you’re “The Prince”!”
Princeton gave him a polite smile, but it was clear he wasn’t really interested in doing the whole fan thing; far more interested in whatever he was cooking up for me according to the heavy hand he already had latched against my thigh. So instead, he made him an offer. “Look, man. I’ll give you a hundred dollars not to say anything about what I’m about to do to this lovely lady in your backseat.”
While I was a little caught off-guard by the mention, ready to scold him for putting our business out there to a complete stranger, the driver seemed excited about the prospect, turning forward in his seat and cranking up the volume on the radio as he replied, “The music is up, my dude. Have at it. Just don’t make a mess.”
“No guarantees,” he groaned more to me than the driver, attacking my neck the same way he had done in the club.
And just like before, I did my best to dodge his attempts, laughing as I told him, “Princeton, you are too damn big to play like this! Here, let me come to you.”
He sat back against the seat with a grin, allowing me to straddle his lap in a way that had my dress bunching at the hips. But Princeton quickly replaced the missing fabric with his meaty hands, his firm grip on my ass enough to make me fall into him just as the truck took off.
“This is already my best birthday ever,” he said the second I sat back upright so that I could see his face, his earnest expression alone enough to prove he had really meant what he said.
Still, I was interested to see what had him so confident, wrapping my arms around his neck to ask, “Calling it early, huh? What makes you so sure?”
“You. And this,” he replied with an extra squeeze that had me biting my lip as he continued, “Your shit was pokin’ tonight, B. You been squattin’ or what?”
While I wanted to laugh - and be flattered that he even noticed a difference -, I could only roll my eyes. “The only thing that’s kept me sane through this whole thing.”
Even with the offer for the article and whatever this was happening with him, nothing in my life was quite settled, nothing in my life was… back to normal. And that uneasy feeling continued to haunt me regardless of how much fun I found myself having tonight, though Princeton saw things much simpler when he insisted, “Well you’re good now. I got you, I promise.”
I quickly brushed him off. “You don’t need to promise me anything, Princeton. You don’t... owe me that.”
“Then just take my word for what it is, love. If I tell you I got you, I mean that shit,” he replied with a certainty that made me feel… warm, and full, and fuzzy and all things I probably shouldn’t have been feeling with a man I really hadn’t even known that long.
But even with that, I still felt confident telling him, “Somehow I never doubted that.”
The smile he gave in response only made all of those feelings elevate, especially once he pulled his lip between his teeth and tilted his head back, motioning for me to come closer. And while our bodies were already mostly flushed together, our lips were the only thing missing, though I quickly made that a thing of the past once I filled in that final gap.
Just like everything else about him, Princeton was a strong kisser, seemingly giving his all as he pecked, and nibbled, and sucked my lips swollen. And it wasn’t just his lips that he kept busy, but his hands as they continued to rove my ass, onl
y heightening the experience as I slipped my tongue into his mouth to taste the remnants of liquor on his.
We were so into it that we hadn’t even realized the truck was stopped until the driver hissed, “Gahdamn. I mean… we’re here.”
Princeton pulled away just long enough to chuckle, tapping me on the thigh to climb off before digging in his pocket for his wallet so that he could hold up his end of the bargain. But once he extended the bill, the driver pushed it back his way when he said, “Man, you can keep the money. Just let me get a pic with you and your fine ass girl.”
“She’s not my…”
“I’m not his…”
Just like our lips, our words had crashed together before our awkward giggles followed. And while I assumed that meant he saw things my way, I was surprised to hear him say otherwise. “Yeah, that’s cool, man. We can take a picture real quick.”
My eyes flashed over to him, but he only shrugged in response as if he was telling me to just go with it. So I did, my red-eyed reflection on the screen immediately making me cringe since I wasn’t sure where this picture would end up. But I still managed to crack a smile as Princeton did the same while the guy snapped a set of pictures before deciding he was satisfied. Then he turned our way to say, “Y’all be cool now. Thanks again.”
“Thank you, kind sir,” I offered, waiting for Princeton to climb out before he helped me do the same. Then we watched together in silence as the guy pulled off down the street before Princeton broke it with one word.
“Bella?”
“Hm?”
“I’m about five seconds from fuckin’ you right here on this lawn.”
My immediate reaction was to gasp until I heard him begin to countdown. “Five… four…”
“Gotta catch me first,” I shouted, taking off towards what I hoped was his front door, though my heels in combination with the extra length in his legs compared to mine didn’t allow me to get very far before he was scooping me up again.
He balanced me over his shoulder with ease as he unlocked the door with his free hand to carry me inside. And while I hadn’t gotten a chance to scope the place out, I could tell we were going up the stairs according to the bounce in his strides and my limited view.
“You’re gonna get enough of carrying me around like a damn championship belt!” I squealed as he gently tossed me on the bed before getting rid of his shirt as I found a resting spot on my elbows to watch.
The man was literally carved of muscle with ripples in places that most people didn’t have. Between that and the little grin he gave when he said, “Never that, B. I like winning too much and I like you too much,” I knew I was a goner.
But for now, I stayed the course - stayed in the moment - sitting up just enough to give my dress the easy yank over my head as Princeton got rid of his pants, leaving us both in our undergarments. And I suppose he couldn’t wait any longer, joining me on the bed for a quick kiss before I told him, “Lay back. I got this.”
His laugh was part-amusement, part-sexy as he fell back onto his elbows the same way I had been. “Oh, you got this, huh?”
“I mean, it is your birthday after all,” I answered with a smirk, kissing my way down his body until I bumped into the already-impressive tent in his boxers. And once I got rid of the last stitch of fabric covering him, his dick only became that much more fascinating, just as thick and weighty as everything else about him as I stroked it in my hand.
His eyes were low as he watched my tease, letting out a satisfied groan when he said, “Man, you have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“And you have no idea how highly you’ll think of me when I’m done,” I replied, giving the tip a lick for a little moisture before adding an extra twist to my stroke that made him grunt.
Still, he didn’t let me get too into it without saying, “Don’t get it twisted, Bella. I already think highly of you.”
“Well in that case, watch me work.”
The gasp he inhaled along with his clenching abs and thighs when I took him in my mouth was all the motivation I needed to pull out all stops, licking, and sucking, and stroking with a rhythm that was beyond satisfying according to the combination of grunts and moans he gave in response. And his reaction only made me hotter, fueling me to give everything I had as I tried my best to swallow him whole and created a mess of saliva that seemed to please him even more.
When I stopped only to wipe my mouth, Princeton sat up and caught me by the chin, bringing my face to his for a messy kiss as if he was rewarding me for my efforts before he whispered, “I am yours.” And while that might not have been my intention going into things, it still warmed me all over as he planted another kiss on my face that was even messier than the first, dragging it from my lips to my neck as I tilted my head back to give him better access.
“You want this dick, B?” he growled near my ear before tugging it between his teeth as he reached behind to unsnap my bra. Then he moved his mouth from my ear to my breasts, the warmth of his tongue flicking against my nipple eliciting a moan - and an answer to his question.
“Y-yessss.”
“Don’t be afraid of it, Bella. Don’t run,” he coached as if he just knew he was going to rock my world.
But regardless of how confident he was in his abilities, I was also confident in mine when I breathed out, “You know I love a good challenge.”
The smirk he gave in response made my heart skip a beat as he held a steady hand against my waist to lift us both, laying me on my back and ripping my panties to shreds in one easy pull before taking a swimmer’s dive between my thighs. And once he flicked his tongue against my clit, I understood his earlier proclamation, feeling claimed as he devoured me like a madman.
My hands first went to his shoulders then to the sheets, fisting them as I fought against his onslaught of pleasure even when he teased, “Come on, B. You runnin’ already?” But I didn’t mind being the butt of his jokes if it meant getting to experience this, if it meant feeling static all over as I squeezed my eyes tighter and hissed his name through what was an easy victory for him in making me cum - hard.
In fact, my eyes were still shut when I felt my weightless legs being lifted into the air by the ankles before Princeton slipped into me with a seemingly- never-ending plunge that had me slipping up the bed to escape it.
“What I tell you, Bella?” he snapped, his tone arousingly aggressive as he tried to meet me again, though this time I stopped him with a hand between us.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…”
Instead of letting me whine, he only moved my hand away gently as he insisted, “Shhh… I got you. Just relax.”
While relaxing with all of that inside of me seemed impossible, I was grateful when I followed directions long enough for us to find our groove, Princeton taking me over the edge with every powerful stroke he delivered as if he was trying to add another victory to his record. But a victory for him was really a victory for us as he caught my ankle to straighten my leg so he could go even deeper, his determination to please making me feel like a champion as I consumed everything he was dishing out.
“This is mine now, Bella. Fuck the bullshit,” he growled as he pounded me into a gratifying stupor, lifting my hips to demand, “Tell me it’s mine, B.”
“It’s yours. All yours,” I groaned, losing the last bit of control I had and floating my way to the promise land for the second time as my response gave Princeton what he needed to get his own according to the warm, sticky fluid spreading against my walls before he collapsed next to me.
My chest was still heaving up and down when I told him, “Pull out method, Princeton. Eighty-percent effective when done correctly.”
“Bella, have you seen you? Have you felt you? The last thing on my mind was pulling out,” he replied, his breathing being just as heavy as mine stroking my ego since he was in much better shape than I was.
But no matter how pleased I was with both of our performances, that didn’t stop me from scolding, “W
ell we’ll have to work on that or use a condom next time because I’m too old for accidents.”
He hopped up from the bed and headed towards what I assumed was a bathroom when he tossed over his shoulder, “Don’t trip. I’ll spot you some cash for a Plan B or whatever.”
“Ever so generous,” I muttered with a roll of my eyes as I pulled the comforter to my chest and stared at the ceiling, unable to hide the grin as I processed what had just happened; an obvious shift in what I had originally thought of as just a little harmless flirting.
No, things between Princeton and I were well beyond the stage of playing games back and forth. He had made his feelings be known, and I had - kind of - made mine known too.
So now it was time to take a page from the book of Gina and stop blocking my blessings.
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A warm, thick tongue against my neck woke me up, making me giggle as I tried to fight against it along with the sun beaming through the window that signaled it was morning. I wasn’t sure exactly what time it was, but I knew it was too soon for more of him. So I did my best to escape as I rolled over and whined, “Princeton, stop it… Princeton, I’m sleepy, and sore, and… ahhhh!!”
I couldn’t get up from the bed fast enough, taking the comforter with me to cover my nude body and shield me from the beast that was barking at me. And I suppose it was that in combination with my pleas that got the real Princeton’s attention as he slipped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Bella, what’s the… aww hell. Down girl!” he shouted, coming over to catch the human-sized dog by the collar to pull her away.
I was grateful that she obeyed, though I still felt gross all over since I now knew she was the one responsible for all that tongue action. And as I tried to scrub my neck dry with the comforter, Princeton said, “My bad, B. We’re not used to having company around here. This is usually her territory.”
“Well get ahold of your bitch, Princeton,” I snarled, looking down at the dog that looked a lot more innocent under his control - and honestly a little sad since I had gotten her in trouble.
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