Page 24 of Certified Pressure 2

Trill-Land, Jungle Estate

I t was past midnight and me and Kay’Lo had been choppin’ it up, eatin’ and drinkin’ in the theater room on the other side of the mansion.

The big screen was lit up with some scary ass movie, blood splashin’ everywhere, and I had a whole bowl of popcorn sittin’ in my lap with a pack of Sour Patch Kids on the armrest. Kay’Lo was leaned back in the recliner with his drink in his hand, his eyes on the screen, but he kept crackin’ lil’ jokes that had me laughin’ so hard I almost spilled the popcorn twice.

I wasn’t tryin’ to act like this was no secret date or somethin’ sneaky.

It wasn’t even like that to me. It was just the only time I felt seen since Pressure been caught up in Pluto, Kashmere, and Ka’mari drama.

He had barely said two words to me in days, so what the fuck was I supposed to do?

Sit up in my room twiddlin’ my thumbs while he played house with everybody else?

That shit wasn’t me. I followed my heart, and right now my heart was tellin’ me to laugh and drink and kick it with Kay’Lo.

“Girl, you screamin’ louder than the actors,” Kay’Lo said when some ghost popped up out the shadows on the screen.

“Boy, that’s ’cause you keep tryna scare me. You play too much,” I said, hittin’ him in the arm with a handful of popcorn. “You jumped too, don’t even lie.”

He grinned at me, his white teeth flashin’ under the dim blue lights of the room. “I ain’t scared of nothin’ but losin’ my money. That’s it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and the way he looked at me made me feel warm all the way down to my toes.

He wasn’t starin’ at me like I was some burden he had to tolerate.

He wasn’t brushin’ me off or tellin’ me to calm down.

He was just here, lettin’ me be me, and I didn’t even realize how much I needed that until right now.

The drinks kept flowin’, and the movie was on but neither one of us was payin’ it no real mind anymore.

He started askin’ me little questions about where I grew up, who I used to hang with, and what kind of trouble I stayed gettin’ into.

I told him about the time me and my cousins almost burned my auntie kitchen down tryin’ to fry chicken when we was thirteen, and he damn near spit his drink out laughin’.

He told me about Pressure catchin’ him sneakin’ girls into the crib back when they was teenagers and how Renza almost ruined it by ratting.

The more we talked, the closer we got. I didn’t even notice at first how my legs had gone from crossin’ on my own chair to slidin’ over his way until my thigh brushed against his.

He didn’t move back, and when I looked at him, he was already lookin’ at me like he wanted to say somethin’ but was holdin’ it in.

“You look good sittin’ here laughin’,” he finally said, low enough that I barely heard it over the movie.

But still, I heard it… “Stop playin’ with me.”

“I ain’t playin’. You always talkin’ shit, but you fine as hell, Toni.”

I smirked but couldn’t stop my face from heatin’ up. “Boy, shut up.”

He set his cup down, leaned in, and next thing I knew his lips was on mine.

I froze for a half a second, not ‘cause I didn’t want it, but because of how soft it felt.

Pressure had always been rough, takin’ what he wanted, but Kay’Lo kissed me like he was tryna ask me for permission with every move.

My body relaxed before my mind even caught up, and before I knew it, I kissed him back slow.

The popcorn bowl slid to the floor, and I didn’t even care. His hand found my waist and pulled me into his lap. I straddled him in the big leather recliner, my knees diggin’ into the cushions, and the feel of his tongue slidin’ against mine had me meltin’.

“Damn,” I whispered when we broke apart for air. “You know what you doin’, huh?”

He laughed soft. “I been knowin’. I just ain’t know if I could ever show you.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, and his hands went up under my shirt, slidin’ over my titties.

I let out a moan, grindin’ down on him as I felt his dick hard under me.

The way he was touchin’ me wasn’t wild or rushed, but was careful, like he wanted me to feel safe even while I was losin’ myself.

“I want you,” he said against my neck, kissin’ and suckin’ until I was squirming.

I pulled his shirt up and over his head, feelin’ his chest muscles under my hands, and then I reached down to undo his pants. He helped me, pushin’ ‘em down just enough, and his dick sprang out, thick and ready. My pussy was throbbin’ just lookin’ at it.

I slid off him just long enough to pull my shorts off and panties to the side, then I climbed right back on, guidin’ him into me slow. The stretch had me groanin’ with my forehead pressed to his, and he gripped my hips tight like he was tryna hold himself back.

“Shit, Toni,” he groaned. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

I started ridin’ him, my ass bouncin’ in his lap as his dick filled me deep.

Every time I came down, he let out a low grunt that made me move even faster.

My titties was bouncin’ out my bra, and he leaned forward to suck one into his mouth, lickin’ and playin’ with my nipple until I damn near lost my mind.

“Fuck,” I moaned, rollin’ my hips slow just to feel him hit me in that spot. “You makin’ me feel crazy, nigga.”

“You drivin’ me crazy too,” he said, holdin’ me tight and fuckin’ up into me so hard the chair squeaked against the floor.

I was ridin’ him like I never rode nobody before, moanin’ his name, grindin’ down until my clit rubbed against him just right. His hands slid down to my ass, spreadin’ me wider on his lap, and I felt myself gettin’ close.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, rockin’ against him faster. “I’m finna cum.”

“Give it to me, baby,” he whispered, kissin’ me hard. “Cum on this dick.”

That was all it took. My body shook as I came, squeezin’ him tight, and he held me through it, kissin’ me everywhere, lettin’ me moan into his mouth.

He kept strokin’ up into me while I was ridin’ it out, and then he lifted my body off him and came too, groanin’ low in my ear while his dick throbbed against my thigh.

I collapsed against his chest, breathin’ hard, lettin’ him hold me. It wasn’t just sex, it was passion, and the way he rubbed my back and kissed my shoulder made me feel like I was wanted for real.

But then we both froze. There was a noise outside the door, like footsteps or somethin’ shufflin’ in the hall. We looked at each other, eyes wide, and as much as I wanted to keep ridin’ him, we knew we had to chill.

“Damn,” I whispered, slidin’ off him quick.

He pulled his pants up while I grabbed my shorts and fixed my bra.

We both laughed nervously, tryin’ to shake it off, but deep down I knew this wasn’t somethin’ that could stay hidden forever.

If Pressure knew I was fuckin’ his cousin, ain’t no tellin’ how he would react just off the principle of the shit.

When I finally left the theater room and headed back toward my side of the mansion, my legs still weak, I felt a lil’ guilty but mostly confused. I just wanted to feel good, and with Kay’Lo I felt cared for in a way I hadn’t in a long time.

Kay’Lo had me laughin’ so hard earlier my stomach hurt.

We’d been eatin’ popcorn, drinkin’, throwin’ candy at each other like kids, and he was the one keepin’ the vibe light.

He ain’t just sit there either. He actually listened to me, asked about my life, cracked slick jokes, and paid attention to every word like I actually mattered.

Pressure hadn’t done that lately. With him, it always felt like I was just another one in the room, lucky to catch his eye.

But with Kay’Lo, I realized I didn’t have to fight for it. His focus was already on me.

That’s what had me twisted, though. I ain’t mean to fall into him, but the way he touched me, the way he held me like he really wanted me there, that shit was different.

I just wanted to feel good, and with Kay’Lo I felt cared for in a way I hadn’t in a long time.

My body was still twitchin’ from the way his hands had roamed, still rememberin’ the heat of his mouth when he kissed me like he’d been waitin’ his whole fuckin’ life to do that shit.

It was wild, but it was soft too. The shit felt dangerous, but safe at the same time.

And I ain’t know if that made me wrong or just human.

But the second I turned the corner and saw Ka’mari standin’ by my door with her phone in her hand, my whole body went cold.

She smirked at me and pressed play. The sound of my moans and the sight of me ridin’ Kay’Lo in that chair lit up her screen.

My stomach dropped.

“Bitch,” I muttered under my breath, realizin’ shit was about to get real.

I couldn’t believe what the fuck I was lookin’ at as Ka’mari held her phone up to my face.

My stomach damn near dropped out my body because I knew that voice comin’ through the speaker was mine.

She had the camera pointed at her screen like she was showin’ me some type of movie, but I ain’t even have to see it clear to know what it was.

That was me. That was Kay’Lo. And that was my moanin’ ass all over the audio.

For a second, my throat went dry. I felt heat rush all the way up my chest, and I just stood there, watchin’ her smirk like the snake ass bitch she was.

“You a low-down ass bitch,” I finally spat, my voice comin’ out harsh, but I couldn’t hold that shit back.

Ka’mari tilted her head and sucked her teeth. “Me? Girl, please. You the low-down one. Fucking Pressure’s cousin in his own mansion, under his roof, like you really that bold.” She tapped her screen, lettin’ the video repeat, makin’ sure I heard myself loud and clear.

I wanted to snatch that phone out her hand and break it in half, but the truth was eatin’ me alive. She wasn’t lyin’. I had fucked up…Bad.