I Should've Cheated

by Tysha Jordyn

  God, she smells so fuckin’ good, Braelyn thought to herself, guessing the source of her olfactory stimulation to be Givenchy. Blends perfectly with her natural chemistry, Braelyn continued in her mental interlude as the fragrance sparked a tingle between her thighs.

  Keenly aware of Braelyn’s body language, Sevaughn cast a wanting gaze her way, letting her eyes speak to a forbidden desire they both skirted. Unintentionally gazing at her phone, Braelyn caught a glimpse of the time.

  “Shit, I didn’t know it was this late, I’ve gotta get home.”

  “Ma, you can’t drive. I mean, I’m sure you can, but you shouldn’t.”

  “You’re right. I’ll call Roxy, she owes me one anyway,” Braelyn mumbled as she sent an SOS text to Roxy. They shared a few more minutes of flirtatious conversation before Sevaughn threw a curveball way out of left field.

  “So, I won’t beat around the bush. I want you,” she blurted out, catching Braelyn totally off-guard.

  “Uhh, wow, umm, okay…I…uhh,” Braelyn stammered as she struggled to articulate a complete sentence.

  “No response necessary, I just don’t want you to be confused about my intentions. When the time is right, I will have you,” Sevaughn boasted with such certainty that Braelyn wasn’t sure if she should be offended or aroused.

  “Sevaughn, let’s be clear. I’m in a relationship. I love my fiancé.”

  “I don’t doubt that one bit...but why do you think you’re here, at this moment, with me? Don’t answer that either; time will tell.”

  Just as she was processing the magnitude of Sevaughn’s words, Braelyn’s phone vibrated in her lap and she saw that it was Roxy signaling her arrival.

  “Uhh, my ride’s here. Walk me out?”

  “Of course.”

  Sevaughn delivered Braelyn and her things curbside to her nosey friend. She braced herself for the sharp interrogation Roxy was sure to unleash.

  “You sleep tight, ma. I thoroughly enjoyed you,” she whispered, lips grazing Braelyn’s ear as she tucked Braelyn into the passenger seat. “You have a nice evening, too, Ms. Roxy,” and with that, Sevaughn winked and stepped back, allowing Roxy to ease away from the curb. Watching Sevaughn in the side mirror, Braelyn thought she spied the black SUV again a few cars behind them, and she was so distracted that she didn’t feel Roxy’s burning gaze upside her head.

  “And just what the fuck did dread head thoroughly enjoy, chick?”

  **********

  Deep in thought, Sevaughn eased her R8 out of the lot, hit a right, and eased onto the highway headed away from downtown Seattle. A collage of Braelyn’s facial expressions cycled through her mind like a track on repeat. Her line of work demanded a constant attention to her surroundings, but Braelyn had her so open that she had yet to notice her own SUV as it tailed her, three cars behind.

  Chapter Four

  Another sunny morning, another unwelcome interruption as the morning sun halted Braelyn’s slumber. She reached over and, yet again, found Kai’s side of the bed empty, except it was warm to the touch. Kai emerged from the bathroom just as Braelyn’s ears caught wind of the running water.

  “Good morning, love,” Kai whispered, leaning over to plant a kiss on Braelyn’s forehead.

  God, she loved this woman, loved her to her core; a perfect mate to Braelyn’s soul. “What a lovely surprise, I need to wake up to you more often,” Braelyn exhaled, reaching up to drag Kai into a hug. Kai easily slid next to Braelyn, whose leg instinctively draped Kai’s body.

  “I figured I’d go in late today. Feels like we’re ships passing in the night without a lighthouse,” Kai playfully pouted.

  “Mmmm, I don’t know about ships, but I’m always down to ride,” Braelyn’s hissed, her voice husky as she tongued Kai’s earlobe.

  Instantly aroused, Kai drew her into a hungry kiss, rolling onto her back as their bodies came to rest one of top of the other. Kai turned Braelyn’s flesh into a mass of nerve endings as her hands traveled up from Braelyn’s hips, meeting between her shoulder blades. Kai’s nails skated back, forcing Braelyn’s back to arch with a tantalizing arousal.

  Tongues dancing a nimble mambo, hands cupping Braelyn’s ass, Kai willed Braelyn’s hips higher, up her abdomen, over her chest, breaching the threshold of her chin. Enticing her levy to rupture, Kai’s tongue skated ceaseless figure 8s across Braelyn’s pearl. Braelyn’s eruption building, her hips sprang into action, a gradual grind feverishly growing more intense, firmly locked thighs draping Kai’s face. Kai’s hands tiptoed their way to Braelyn’s breasts, deft fingertips teasing her nipples to maximum erection, immediately sending Braelyn over the edge.

  An initial ebb of ripples washed over Braelyn and her thighs tightened like a vice grip. She began a deep and voracious grind, Braelyn’s lips engulfing Kai’s. Ripples gave way to massive waves as a tsunami of an orgasm swallowed Braelyn’s entire body. Her body still writhing, Kai abruptly flung Braelyn against the plushness of the mattress, locking eyes with her as she rode the final wave of her climax. Hands pinned over her head, Braelyn’s thighs once again framed Kai’s face as she unleashed a relentless lingual assault, drawing Braelyn’s explosion out in what seemed to be an endless interval.

  Body twisting and writhing in ecstasy, the waves finally gave way to ripples, subsided, then settled into a tranquil sea. Braelyn collapsed against the bed as her breathing became less shallow. She ran her fingers through Kai’s lush bed of curls, which now rested on her thigh.

  Slightly rotating to meet Braelyn’s eyes, Kai asked, “Babe, where’s your car?”

  **********

  Braelyn hated being late and was often the first person in the office each morning, but today was different, and she’d relished every second of sauntering into the office just shy of lunch hour. Emery’s heightened laughter alerted her that Roxy had arrived for their working lunch. Just as she saved her work, Roxy strolled through the doorway.

  “Check you out, all glowin’ and shit!” Roxy cackled, plopping down into the armchair.

  “Hey to you too, crazy,” Braelyn teased, fighting back the super-sized smile she carried as a result of five days of fucking Kai nonstop.

  “Uh huh, I might be crazy, but I know a fresh fuck when I see one.”

  “Well, YOU DID come in here walkin’ kinda funny, so I’m not the one that’s freshly fucked,” Braelyn prodded.

  “Girlllllllllll, that’s what I meant to tell you about! I don’t know what the hell got into Robb, but that fool fucked me to Jupiter and back last night! Had a chick damn near ready to tap out!”

  “Oooooooh girl, I know that’s right,” Braelyn squealed as they high-fived each other.

  “So does this mean he’s back on your good side?”

  “Hell no, girl. I ain’t dickmatized, he just tightened me up until I can get up with another 10 inches!”

  “A damn shame, and you tell ME to be careful?” Braelyn shook her head.

  “Exactly, but enough about me, let’s talk about the real shit that’s goin’ on.”

  “Umm, what real shit?”

  “You and dread head, that’s what, cuz you ain’t even the cheatin’ type, so what the hell is up with y’all?”

  “Ain’t nobody thinkin’ about cheatin’,” Braelyn countered, hoping her lie would ride.

  “Brae, look—don’t even try to play me. I saw the way you looked at her, I KNOW you want to fuck her, and I’m tellin’ you, you ain’t built for this type of life. Kai’s a good woman, so don’t go chasin’ some shit that’s just a fantasy,” she chided, her face wearing a deep scowl.

  “Look, it’s not even like that, we’re just—”

  “Just what? She damn near tried to tongue you down the other night, so tell me, just what are you?”

  “Really, Rox? Interrogation?”

  “Damn right. I wanna know, because when the shit hits the fan, it’s gonna be my damn phone you ring, so gimme the script to this bullshit that’s about to unfold so I can be prepared.”

  �
�Rox, for real, nothing’s going on. We just talk is all…I miss that,” Braelyn trailed off.

  “I get it; believe me, I know where you’re comin’ from, but listen to where I’M comin’ from. You need to talk to Kai before you fuck around and get into some shit you can’t get out of.”

  “Damn, you’re supposed to be on my side. You talk like Sevaughn’s bad or somethin’.”

  “I’m not sayin’ she’s bad. I’m sayin’ you don’t know her, so you don’t know what the hell kinda shit comes with her. I’m serious, don’t fuck up, Brae.” Her words hung in the air and surrounded them with an awkward silence. Braelyn’s office phone rang before either of them could speak, and Braelyn was thankful when Roxy turned her attention to her food, allowing her to escape a glare of chastisement and rattle off the figures that her caller requested.

  **********

  Braelyn had just finished lacing up her running shoes when her phone jingled a text alert.

  SEVAUGHN: wyd

  BRAELYN: y

  SEVAUGHN: bcuz I need sumthn

  BRAELYN: wat?

  SEVAUGHN: u

  BRAELYN: lol really

  SEVAUGHN: heading home?

  BRAELYN: nope, jog n park

  SEVAUGHN: which one?

  BRAELYN: Calumet

  SEVAUGHN: cool, meet u?

  Damn, so tempting…I know I should say no, Braelyn thought to herself.

  BRAELYN: yup torch fountain

  SEVAUGHN: cool, c u n 20

  In exactly 20 minutes, Braelyn whipped into a parking space, only to be met by those dimples. Sevaughn oozed sexy. Her wife beater was hugging a firm set of abs, and her biceps were firm and tatted up. Small waist and ass for days, Braelyn caught herself biting her bottom lip in awe of Sevaughn’s physique. As if coaxed by a silent beckon, she now stood at Braelyn’s door and pulled it open. Reaching for her right thigh, Sevaughn swung Braelyn’s legs around to straddle her as she stood. Hand placed in the small of Braelyn’s back, Sevaughn pulled her forward as she eased deeper into the straddle. She leaned in, now a mere inch from Braelyn’s face, her spearmint-laced breath skimming Braelyn’s bottom lip.

  “If you want it, come and get it,” Sevaughn breathed.

  “Want what?” Braelyn questioned, breath trapped in her chest, feigning ignorance.

  “You know what you want, so why bullshit? Come and get it.”

  “Sev—”

  “I didn’t say talk. I said if you want it, COME GET IT.”

  So turned on by Sevaughn’s assertion, Braelyn felt a slow trickle sprouting in her gym tights. Almost in a trance, she leaned forward into Sevaughn’s lips, the instant heat setting her flesh ablaze. Sevaughn seized the moment, grabbed the back of Braelyn’s neck, and her pulled deeper into the kiss, her tongue teasing the slit between Braelyn’s lips as though it was probing for the secret code that would grant VIP access. Braelyn’s lips parted with ease, the ultimate hostess to their surprise guest. Their kiss grew so deep, heated, and deliberate that they quickly became overdressed for the inferno growing within. Braelyn easily fell into Sevaughn’s embrace, bodies so close that she longed for Sevaughn’s friction between her legs.

  “Tell me what you want,” Sevaughn demanded, breaking their kiss.

  “I want your kisses.”

  “No, tell me what you REALLY want.”

  “I want to feel you.”

  “Tell me what the fuck you REALLY want,” Sevaughn insisted, wielding a verbal dominance over Braelyn.

  “I want you.”

  “That’s what the fuck I wanna hear.”

  And with that, she slipped her hands under Braelyn’s ass. Right on cue, Braelyn wrapped her legs around Sevaughn’s frame, arms tightened around her neck as Sevaughn lifted and leaned her against the car for support.

  Now free, Sevaughn’s hands slid under Braelyn’s shirt. Kneading her skin along the way, they slid under her sports bra, freeing Braelyn’s double-D mountains. Drawing her into another kiss, Sevaughn playfully brushed a finger past each nipple, willing them to reach out to her with erect anticipation. Soft moan escaping, Braelyn struggled to maintain her leg lock while starting a slow wind against the firmness of Sevaughn’s pelvis. Lips now free, Sevaughn lifted Braelyn’s shirt further as her lips prodded each nipple; left, right, left, right. Craving a louder moan from her conquest, she began a gentle nibble that grew into a calculated tug. Braelyn grew wide-eyed as she anticipated and craved the pleasurable pain that came with each tug. Her vocal chords betrayed her as a succession of slight screams escaped, each striking a chord deep inside Sevaughn. Intensely aroused by their voyeuristic performance, Sevaughn fingered the waistband of Braelyn’s tights before her hands took an exploratory slide around and down until they found her ass once again. Adjusting positon, they came to meet in the middle and teased the source of Braelyn’s trickle of juices.

  “Mmm…shit,” Braelyn moaned.

  “Want more?”

  “Mmm…yes…more…”

  “I don’t think you can take it,” Sevaughn teased, enjoying Braelyn’s pre-orgasmic grimace.

  “More…”

  “How bad you want it?”

  “Sooooo bad…”

  “Show me how bad,” Sevaughn reintroduced her dominating control.

  “PLEEEEEEEASE…”

  “And she begs…music to my ears,” Sevaughn smiled. “Be sure this is what you want, because once I’ve had you, you won’t want another—trust,” Sevaughn boasted, true to her cocky nature. “I don’t give a fuck whose girl you are; you’ll never be able to leave this.”

  “Pleeeeeease, now…” Braelyn whimpered, her grind becoming more forceful.

  “Be sure this is what you want.”

  “I want you, I neeeeeed you…”

  Granting her wish, Sevaughn gathered Braelyn in her arms, opened the rear door, and laid her across the back seat. Peeling their clothes off layer by layer, Sevaughn dove head first into Braelyn’s pussy, giving her the most painful pleasure she’d ever experienced. Sevaughn took complete control of Braelyn’s body and true to her word, fucked her like no other, bringing her to the brink of orgasm three times without fulfillment. Growing fuck-starved, Braelyn pleaded for Sevaughn to grant her explosion.

  “You won’t cum without my permission. Now beg me.”

  “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease, baby, pleeeeeeeeeease,” Braelyn begged, almost inconsolable with her need to release.

  “Good girl, now you can cum.”

  Eager to oblige, Braelyn’s body was consumed with the most intense and labored climax she’d ever experienced. Each time she thought it had passed, she was flooded with a new set of orgasmic waves, draining her body of each iota of energy.

  Windows fogged by their session, Braelyn’s head rested in Sevaughn’s lap, their eyes locked in a visual standoff.

  “Shit…” was all that Braelyn could muster as she stared into the face of a dangerous temptation. Thoughts of Kai danced on the edge of her mind, but she was far too sated to engage in deep thought.

  “Shit…what the fuck have I started,” Braelyn asked herself as Sevaughn wore a smug grin, satisfied that she’d yet again proven to be irresistible to even the most faithful of chicks.

  **********

  A quarter of a mile down the path, the stranger in the black SUV flipped through the rows of digital photos. Shrouded by the limo-tint, the stranger smiled deviously at the secret betrayed by the images.

  Chapter Five

  Groggy from the two bottles of wine she’d downed the night before, Roxy stretched her ear to make sure she heard right. She did. The shower was raining down a steady stream, which meant Robb’s ass was home on a Saturday morning for a change. Just as she rolled over to catch a glimpse of clock, she heard Robb’s phone vibrate on the other nightstand. Always up to something, he never left his phone ringer on. Knowing in her gut that he was up to his usual bullshit, Roxy stretched across the bed to snatch his phone up, intent on finding out who the fuck was hittin’ him up so early. K
nowing Robb better than he knew himself, she guessed his password on the first try.

  Dumb ass, she thought to herself, he wasn’t even smart enough to delete his conversation from last night.

  SLIMM: Hey bae, off work now, u cumn thru?

  ROBB: Wzup ma, gotta hndl sumthn w my dude real qk

  SLIMM: (sad face) wow, playn’ me 2 da lft 4 ya dude? RUDE

  ROBB: Dnt b lyk dat ma, I’ll be thru when I’m done

  SLIMM: I got sumthn 2 make u CUM thru RITE NOW (pic attached)

  “Really Robb, nasty ass thots inboxin’ you their stank ass pussy,” Roxy muttered to herself as she became so angry her body temperature rose.

  ROBB: lol jus mk sure u stretch cuz imma fuk da linin’ outta dat puzz

  SLIMM: (smiley face) u know it bae, c u l8r

  “Sorry muthafucka, I can’t fuckin’ stand his triflin’ ass,” Roxy fumed, so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the shower shut off.

  “Why you goin’ thru my ph—”

  “Really, Robb? I’m so fuckin’ tired of your lyin’ ass, out here layin’ up with these nasty ass hoes and bringin’ that shit back to my fuckin’ bed, I fuckin’ hate you!” Roxy forcefully hurled his phone across the room, missing his head by a fraction of an inch.

  “Chill the fuck out, girl. Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with no hoes, damn!”

  “You a muthafuckin lie, nigga! And think you slick savin’ her fuckin number under ya boy’s name in case I found the shit, huh? Ooooh, I don’t know why the fuck I put up with yo ass—get the fuck out! Get the fuck out my house RIGHT NOW!”