Page 47 of Always Been You

After dinner was over, Ma Lyn, MJ, and Trina went to their suite while Chubby and Chante joined us in ours for a few drinks.

I was sipping as slowly as possible because I was lightweight.

After a few wild nights of going over my limit in my early 20s, I’d learned my lesson.

I wanted to throw this ass on my man without anything impeding me.

Chante’s ass was a pro and was already on her fifth drink.

“Girl, you need to slow down before you pass out,” I called to her as I sat on the couch next to Marcos. She and her boo were at the bar just off the kitchen.

“Don’t be counting my drinks. I ain’t like you.

I can hold my liquor! I've been meaning to ask you, Marcooosss! What are your intentions with my best friend? I know y’all knew each other back in the day, but niggas can change.

” I rolled my eyes to the roof because I knew her ass was good and drunk then.

“She is in good hands,” Marcos answered, resting his hand on my thigh and pulling me closer.

“I’m watching you! She been through enough shit! And you know she stabs niggas!” She slurred.

“Yo’ drunk ass trippin’. Let’s go because I need to give you something to focus on other than these drinks.” Chubby spoke, pulling Chante up from her seat.

“Aight, bruh,” Marcos chimed in. The men dapped each other up.

Chante wobbled in my direction and couldn’t even get two steps before she tumbled to the floor.

Her bag flew out of her hand, and out spilled a dildo, a Venus 2000, and a tomato.

She tried to put everything back swiftly, but I knew Marcos saw it too because we shared a confused look.

I ran to help her get up, while Chubby was laughing his ass off, but he eventually helped too.

“Bitch I understand the dildo, but what the fuck is the tomato for?” I whispered.

“Don’t worry about our business!” she said, blushing as they ran out the door like someone lit a match under their ass.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I closed the door behind them.

I didn’t know what they were into, but I knew it was freaky as hell.

I was into a lot of things, but my imagination didn’t even think that one up. A tomato, though?

I turned to walk back into the room, and I ran into Marcos’ solid chest. I looked into his eyes, and though they were low because of the few drinks he had and the blunt he smoked, it was evident what was on his mind.

“You look good as fuck, baby. I’m glad you decided to wear that dress.

The whole night I was thinking of how bad I wanted to take that shit off.

” He wasn’t lying either. Most of the night, he was whispering nasty things in my ear, making me blush over dinner.

I don’t think anyone else noticed, except his mother, who gave him a few knowing looks.

“Thank you,” I said bashfully, walking by him. He pulled me against his body, brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed me passionately. He made a meal out of my lips, alternating between biting and sucking. When we broke apart, our breath was ragged.

“I need to tell you something,” I said, putting my hand on his chest. I was thinking about it since earlier, and the guilt of keeping things from him was weighing on me too heavily. “This thing with Jay. I don’t want you to do anything crazy."

“I know,” he said flatly and tried to kiss me again, but I side-stepped. I hiked my eyebrow and folded my arms across my chest.

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it. Now bring yo’ fine ass here. I’m trying to feel my woman.”

“You don’t want to talk about this? How you were upset when I didn’t call you?” I said seriously. He sighed audibly and ran his hand down his face in defeat.

“Not really.”

“I just want you to handle things the right way, Marcos,” I warned.

“I’ll be damned if I let any of my bad harm you. He had no reason for being around you. I told him outside your house that his presence disrespects me.”

“I’m serious. I was firm with him. He knows not to bother me again.” He just laughed at my words, but I wasn’t joking.

“It’s not funny. I don’t want this to be some bullshit dick swinging competition. I am with you, and I chose you, and I made him understand that.”

“Oh, he understood completely.”

“What did you do?” He walked to the opposite end of the massive room, opened the patio door, and walked out.

As I walked toward him, the smell of the weed was heavy, but faintly, I caught a whiff of his Chanel Bleu cologne.

My very favorite of his. Once I joined him out there, I saw the beautiful sight for the first time.

We just had enough time to set our bags down and ran out to dinner earlier.

Had I seen this sight before, we never would’ve made it any further.

It was breathtaking to see how the city lights danced against the darkness.

The man the light cast off made it even more alluring.

He was shirtless, and his brown skin begged to be touched.

At this point, I didn’t give a fuck what he had done to Jay.

I was more concerned about my man before me.

I sauntered over and stood in front of him.

“You didn’t answer me.” I reminded him. He took an inhale of his blunt and blew the smoke into the night air before he answered.

“I told you I won’t lie to you, and I won’t. Instead of talking about irrelevant shit, I’d rather be fucking my woman.”

“Is that all you think about?” I asked, blushing and turning away. He lifted my lips and locked them in a kiss.

“With you, I think about everything.” He turned me around, bent me over, and I clung to the balcony rails.

I felt soft kisses around my ankles, and he was continuing to work his way up.

“I think about how to make you happy, how to protect you.” His lips made their way above my knees, and my legs were turning into soup.

“I think about our future together and putting some babies in yo’ ass.

I think about all that shit, baby. And yes, I think about this pussy too. ”

I felt his breath on my pussy lips, and my desire was white hot. He rubbed his nose in between my lips first before diving in and devouring me slowly.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” I cried out into the night sky. I couldn’t take it. I was leaking, and I gripped the rail for dear life while he feasted. Abruptly, he withdrew his lips from me, and I snapped my body forward. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

He rose to his feet and kissed my lips before whispering, “I want to see your hands on that pretty ass pussy for me.” he gave a command that I was slowly getting used to.

He liked to watch me make myself cum. At first, it was a bit strange, and I didn’t fully understand it, but it also turned me on at the same time.

I don’t know if it was the way he looked at me when I did it, or the way he touched himself.

I just knew that shit was erotic. It made me feel invigorated.

It made me feel sexy knowing he could sit there and be entertained by me.

I whimpered a little because I was ready for him in every way, but I still obliged.

With my left hand, I grabbed my breast, and with my right, I sank two of my fingers inside my wet opening.

Seeking a little more comfort, I put my foot on one of the balcony chairs.

He sat down in the one adjacent to me and watched me through hooded lids.

He blew his smoke into the night sky while his eyes locked on me as I worked my fingers in and out.

I threw my head back and let the pleasure take over.

Grinding my hips into my hand, I felt my tummy start to constrict. I was so close.

“That’s it, baby. Teach me how to love your body.

You like that?” He was out of his chair in a flash.

He slipped behind me and pulled me against his strong chest. My body felt electric, and he coached me as I continued to work.

He gathered my hair into his hand and pulled my head back so he could get the perfect angle not to miss his show. My nipples were so hard they ached.

“Make that pussy cum so I can taste it. You gone give me my favorite drink? Let me taste that honey, baby.” His voice was throaty, and then I felt his hands everywhere.

His hands were just as rough as they were gentle.

He rubbed my thighs, then travelled to my midsection.

When he grabbed a handful of breasts in each hand, my back arched, and my head went dizzy.

I sped up the pace. Finally, it settled on my ass and gave me a few ass slaps.

My fingers slipped out as I threw it back, searching for his hard dick.

“Focus.” He positioned my fingers back on my pussy and gently pushed them back inside. Then he widened my legs. He spread my ass cheeks, and I felt his finger put pressure on my opening.

“Ahh.” The feeling was different for me.

“I got you. This mine too.” He whispered. Next thing I knew, he was on his knees and his tongue was slipping through my ass cheeks.

“Oh my God!” I cried.

“I told you I wanted this muthafucka too, right?” He asked.

With steady pressure, his finger slipped inside my ass, and the tightness coupled with his free hand touching me, while I touched myself, sent me over the edge.

An orgasm ripped through me as I sang his praises.

I didn’t care who heard or who else was around.

He had me zoned out. Like always, he held his tongue under my opening, and my cum slipped onto his tongue.

I was about to burst into flames right there.

He manipulated my body back to the balcony as my legs were still feeling the aftershock. He put his face between my thighs. It was a sweet torture.

“Wait, I can’t, baby. You gone have me jumping over the edge trying to run from you.”

“As good as that muthafucka is, I’m gone have to chase yo’ pretty ass down there.

Now quit running.” He put his strong hands on both my thighs to steady me, spreading them apart, and attacked again.

This time, he moved a little more slowly and deliberately.

I was in heaven. The euphoric state I was in was heightened by the visual before me.

I was a small city girl. Never had I ever been in a place so beautiful.

I felt like the only thing taking up space in my mind was he and me.

That was saying something. No matter what I was doing, I always had my mind on something.

I had to deal with persistent thoughts, fear, or whatever it was, which I usually had to push past to focus on the moment.

Marcos took away even the slightest inkling of anything else.

I only felt like his woman in this moment, and that was a type of stress relief I had never experienced.

Once he was satisfied with the three orgasms he gave me with his tongue, he stood up, and I turned to face him.

He wiped his beard that glistened with my essence.

Our bodies instinctively migrated to each other.

We locked each other’s lips. He pushed me back to the rail and lifted my leg on top of it.

I clutched onto him for dear life. We were over thirty stories up in the air.

I wasn’t afraid of heights, but I damn sure wasn’t trying to fall.

“You trust me?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

I nodded my head. He gripped my hands, pulled them behind my back for leverage, and I knew he was about to go in.

“Ever since I walked into this room earlier, I've been thinking of having you like this.” He eased into me inch by inch, and my walls welcomed him home.

“Marcos, baby,” I moaned.

“I love how my name sounds on your lips.” He rocked inside of me a few times slowly and closed his eyes for a moment.

I loved seeing him get lost in me. He was always in control, but I relished the times he would let go.

He bit his bottom lip and picked up the pace a little.

Then his eyes sprang back open, and he locked his gaze on me.

I knew he was about to tear my shit up. “I’ve loved you since I was a kid, Dyami.

I’m man enough to admit that I ain’t perfect, but I can be everything you need.

I’m not letting any fucking body threaten you or harm you.

All that you were carrying, you can give it to me.

I can carry the weight of the world as long as I get to look at yo’ pretty ass every day.

I know it’s shit, you're still afraid of, but you can trust me. You don’t have to go through shit alone.

That’s why I’m here. I told you we locked in.

You don’t have to do the hard part anymore.

Let me do that for you. I got you til the wheels fall off. ”

Even though I couldn’t respond, every word he said resonated.

The more I was around him, the more the weight was lifting off my shoulders without me even knowing it.

We made love as the night turned into morning.

I don’t know when we physically disconnected, but tonight solidified that, emotionally, our connection would never break.