Page 6 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Nuri & Silas

Silas raised a brow—lowkey caught off guard.

He wasn’t used to being approached with boldness.

He was used to being the one who led. However, Nuri didn’t wait to be led, she leaned into his presence as if she owned the moment.

He took another drink like his pulse hadn’t picked up the second her thigh brushed his.

PARTYNEXTDOOR’s Somebody Loves Me leaked through the speakers setting the atmosphere.

“You a long way from home all by yourself, ain’t you?” Silas said, his voice smooth, but laced in curiosity as he turned toward her.

A slow curve formed on Nuri’s lips. “I’m a big girl. I like to get away from all the noise and familiarity,” she replied. “Sometimes, I just wanna feel free.”

Silas lifted his glass to his lips but never took his eyes off her.

“If I knew you’d be in here moving like this, I would’ve been coming out a lot more often.” She laughed softly, the sound low and intimate.

“What’chu drinkin’ tonight?” Silas asked, ready to get her a drink.

“Casamigos and pineapple juice, but I’m good.”

“You a dangerous woman, you know that?” He said lowly, licking his lips.

“Why you say that? I didn’t come to hurt a soul… just to have a good time.”

Silas’ eyes narrowed slightly, staring at her lips as they moved. “Oh yea? What kind of good time you tryna have, Nuri?”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

She moved… Letting the silence say more than her mouth ever could.

The song switched like clockwork as Lil’ Durk’s Home Body crept through the overhead speaker, the bass low and erotic.

Nuri rose slow, smooth, never breaking eye contact.

One hand slid across his chest, the other down her thigh then she turned, and settled right into his lap.

No hesitation.

No fear.

No games.

She rolled her hips to the rhythm, her body speaking louder than any reply could’ve. Every move was calculated. Controlled. Every shift in her waist told him she’d been thinking about this, too. Silas let his hands rest on her hips, gripping gently.

Didn’t guide. Didn’t push.

Just held. Let her lead.

Let her teach .

Because at that moment, there wasn’t a single lesson he could give her. Shit, if this was what losing control looked like, Silas didn’t wanna win. He leaned back, lips parted, eyes low. Damn. Nuri was his student on paper, but Silas was the one being schooled. Silas let his hands rest on her waist.

The way Nuri moved on his lap had Silas seeing life from a different lens.

Shit had clarity now. Like the fog had lifted and every answer to every question he never asked was sitting right there in the sway of her hips.

Nuri had him, and not in the cliché, caught-up kind of way.

She had him reconsidering restraint. Rethinking logic.

He’d been deprived, and was questioning how he’d gone so long without tasting her essence.

There was no doubt the way she moved, there had to be pleasure stitched into her DNA.

As the last bassline of the song slipped into silence, Nuri’s hips slowed, rolled one final time, and landed her right back against his chest. Silas smacked her ass. Then leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, voice like gravel dipped in syrup.

“You trust me?”

His hands were already tracing the softness of her thighs, thumbs brushing slow under the curve where leather met skin.

Nuri didn’t answer right away. She turned around to straddle him completely, face-to-face now. That lace top barely separating his chest from her hunger. Her lips brushed his.

"That's a big word with an even deeper meaning, but if you're referencing my body," Nuri paused, turned around, and kissed him slowly. "I trust the escape your mouth has to offer, and the ride this dick is begging to take me on."

Silas wanted to fuck her right then and there, but the shit he wanted to do to her body was going to require more space and privacy. He tapped her ass again, lower this time, and kissed her again.

Nuri didn’t hesitate when he asked. She just gave him that look—the one that had already pulled him under—and nodded like she’d been waiting for him to take control. Silas pulled his phone from his pocket and thumbed a quick text to Memphis.

I’m out. Hit you tomorrow.

Memphis: A’ight

Memphis knew the code. Next, he tapped out a second text to Twan, his security on duty.

She ridin’ wit’ me. Drop her car at my spot once we leave. Keys on the table.

Twan: I gotcha

They left the private room and walked through the dimly lit hallway, and made their way out through the VIP-only exit.

Silas stayed a step ahead, hand slightly extended behind him—not to lead, but to guard.

Even when he was inebriated, he was still a protector by design.

He kept her close—his hand brushing low on her back as they walked, not for possession, but protection.

A quiet act that said, I see you. I got you. You’re good with me.

Silas clocked the scene out of habit. Checked every corner, every car, every shadow.

He moved around to the passenger side of his Purosangue and opened the door.

No rush. Just smooth movements that spoke volumes.

Nuri slid into the seat like she’d always belonged there—legs crossed, perfume lingering in the air making Silas want her even more.

His hand went straight to her thigh. Grip soft. Pressure heavy.

She looked at him once, he looked back, and in that shared look? Everything was understood.

One Hour Later…

Silas had scanned his card and entered into Lakeside Estates.

It was the kind of neighborhood people flexed in captions but couldn’t afford in real life.

Grand. Gated. Guarded. This wasn’t regular money.

This was established wealth. Nuri didn’t say a word, but her eyes told the truth.

She peeped every manicured lawn. Every custom home with driveway lights glowing like runway strips.

Every piece of perfection that lined the curb like it wasn’t nothing.

Still… nothing had her ready for the house he pulled up to.

The deeper they drove, the bigger the houses got—wide stone estates with winding driveways and manicured lawns that looked like they’d never seen a weed in their life.

Pools in the back. Imported cars in the front.

Lights glowing from the ground up like every inch was curated to show off.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Nuri said, suppressing all the questions she wanted to ask because she knew a man didn’t move this quietly, and live this lavish unless he had layers.

There was one thing, she had no other choice but to recognize…

Silas had depth she hadn’t even scratched yet.

When they finally pulled into his driveway, the house was… something else .

This wasn’t professor money. This wasn’t staff parking and lecture hours. This was quiet power. This was control . Three stories. Black brick. Tall glass windows that reflected the night back at you. The kind of house you only saw once and never forgot.

They slid into the garage. He killed the engine, and didn’t speak right away. Just looked at Nuri for a second—eyes unreadable, lips pulled in a smirk that made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“You ready to enter my world?” Silas shifted to face her, and locked eyes with her soul.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t,” Nuri replied, matching his energy.

Without another word, Silas got out, then circled around to open the door for Nuri. As they walked into his home, the lights were already dimly lit, and the mix of patchouli and jasmine wafted through the air. The combination evoked a sense of luxury, mystery, and a touch of earthy warmth.

“Your home is breathtaking, and it’s the perfect mix of masculine and feminine,” Nuri observed and complimented. “Let me guess, you have a housekeeper.”

Silas chuckled. “Damn right. She comes here three times a week. I got a personal chef too.”

“Must be nice Pro-”

“Silas… We a long way from the University,” Silas corrected her, grabbing his remote that instantly paired with the surround sound. Jodeci’s U And I instantly filled the space around them, and the same chemistry from the club rested on them again.

“Come here,” Silas commanded, inviting her back into his space.

Nuri obliged, closing the space between them.

Their lips were like magnets, melting into each other as soon as they connected. “Follow me,” he told her, leading the way to the master bedroom.

Nuri trailed him closely, anticipating the next scene they’d create. As they stepped over the threshold, Nuri’s mind and body sprang into action, by first removing her shoes. Next, she unbuttoned her pants, but was stopped abruptly by Silas’ hands that rested on top of hers.

“Home court advantage,” Silas told her.

Nuri didn’t reply, but Silas interpreted the questions squirming around in her eyes.

“I’m a gentleman. Let me satisfy you,” Silas insisted. “Trust me, I got’chu.”

Nuri relinquished her control, and allowed Silas to have his way.

He started by removing her pants, then bowing in front of her.

Her erotic scent was so heavenly, his mouth immediately watered.

Nuri’s body was like a perfectly wrapped gift, and Silas couldn’t help the impulses rushing through his body as he pressed his lips against the thin fabric that kept her treasure hidden from him.

“Mmm,” Nuri moaned, smoothing her hand across the top of his head.

Silas reached up, hooking his finger around the center of her thong, and ripped it. He wanted to be gentle, but her nectar had him feening.

Nuri giggled, amused at the way he was unraveling right before her eyes.

“Lay down and spread that pussy for me,” Silas told her, standing to his feet.

Nuri obeyed, leaning forward to watch Silas undress. She admired his toned body, tattooed chest and arms, and his dick was so pretty with that deep hook; she squirted as soon as her finger touched her swollen clit.