Page 19 of F*ckin’ With Me

I’m Daylen Verse’s girlfriend. I couldn’t believe it.

It felt like I would experience all my firsts with Daylen, and I loved that for me.

A few years ago, I thought I wanted to date, so I signed up for one of those dating apps.

It was the worst experience ever. A lot of times, men thought that because I was quiet and a weirdo, as I had been called, that I would let them walk over me or use me.

I was quiet and a weirdo, but I wasn’t a dummy.

My daddy taught me that, at least. Yes, I had insecurities, but low self-esteem was not a real issue for me.

I’d always had a crush on Daylen since college, but I felt like he was out of my league.

He was the desire of every girl on campus.

Not just any girl, but the popular ones.

I was the dork who tutored everyone. It was crazy how everything came full circle. Bianca, eat your heart out.

Daylen and I had the best date. He learned my secret .

. . I loved to eat. I had a very healthy appetite.

I didn’t mean to eat almost all his fries, but they would have been cold by the time he got out of the shower.

That was a waste of french fries. It wasn’t like we had an air fryer in the villa to re-crisp them. “I want that Chantilly cake to go.”

“I already know and told the waitress,” Daylen said before he kissed my neck again. I loved his kisses. They made me all tingly inside.

Minutes later, the waitress dropped off my dessert, and Daylen paid the tab. We were out of there moments later. “I don’t know what I’m wearing to the wedding tomorrow, now that I’m not in it.”

He pulled me into his side. “You already know Rissa got you. Hell, her ass brought enough clothes for you to be here for a damn month. Plus, she styled me, so I’m sure she coordinated our outfits.”

I glanced at him as we walked to our villa. “Oh, I didn’t know that. I guess that makes sense.”

Since Wednesday, Rissa had me looking amazing. I appreciated her so much. Before she did my hair, I had only been to a hairstylist twice in my life. I was always worried about heat damage and stuff.

When we got back to the villa, Rissa was dressed nicely. “You look beautiful. Where are you going?” I asked.

“I have a date with a young man I met on the beach earlier,” she revealed. “He’s here for the wedding from Charlotte, North Carolina.” Her smile was so bright.

My eyes widened. “Oh, you have to tell me everything when you get back. I want to know everything.”

I did! Since she came to my house the first time, we’d gotten closer. I never had a homegirl, so it was a different feeling to have someone to talk to.

“Whoa, who the hell you got a date with, young lady?” Daylen asked after his jaw flexed. “I’on like it, Rissa. Is he coming here to pick you up like a gentleman?”

Rissa and I stared at him blankly. “He’s not. I’m meeting him at the restaurant. Thank you.”

Daylen pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Yeah, I need you to turn your location on, and send me that nigga’s information. I need to make sure you’re safe.”

She pointed at me. “Simonette has my location, and I sent her his information. I’m covered. If something happens and I need you or Rashad, she will let you know.”

When his head bucked back, I knew he was about to go off. I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Baby, I want to get into the pool. Can we get into the pool?”

He looked down at me. I loved the way he looked at me. “You not slick, Simonette. Is this going to be the kind of relationship where you use your innocence against me to manipulate me? I’m not sure if I can be in that kind of relationship.”

My face contorted. I unwrapped myself from him, then proceeded to step back. Before I could, his hand gripped my backside, and he pulled me back into him. His face was tight when our eyes met. “I would never manipulate anyone.”

I wasn’t sure why I was so offended by the mere notion. He dropped his head to meet my lips with his. “I know that, Sim. I’m fuckin’ with you.” He turned his attention back to his sister. “Be safe, Rissa. Call me if you need me.”

She promised that she would, gave both of us a hug, then left the villa.

Daylen smacked my ass before he told me to change into my bathing suit.

When I got into the bedroom, there was a bathing suit on the bed with a note on top that told me to wear it.

I stripped out of my clothes, then put the bottoms on.

The door opened right as I was putting on the top.

“Daylen!” I covered my breasts with my arms.

He stopped in the doorway. “Baby, did you forget that I’ve seen you naked? I already ate that pussy.” When I didn’t say anything, he gave me a soft smile. “I’ll come back in a few minutes.”

Stop being so damn childish. “No, no! You don’t have to leave. I’m sorry. You just surprised me. I’m not used to being naked in front of a man.” I giggled. “All of my doctors are women.”

“I’ll leave and come back, baby,” he said. “I never want you to be uncomfortable around me. For some of the things that I plan to do to you, I need you to be completely comfortable.”

Everything he said turned me on. The only time I got turned on was when I read a real spicy scene in a book or that one time I saw a good porno. It was my go-to until I got tired of it. “No, I’m okay. It’s an adjustment that I want to make.”

His eyes didn’t waver from mine. Sexy! After a few moments, he walked over to where I stood with my arms still over my breasts.

His hands gripped my hips, and he pulled me to the bed.

He sat on the bed with me standing between his legs.

“If anything makes you feel uncomfortable, and you want me to stop, tell me.”

I nodded, but he asked for verbal confirmation. “Okay, I will.”

He lightly gripped my wrist and moved my arms. He placed my hands on his shoulders. My breasts were a perfect fit for his hands. When he rubbed my nipples with the pads of his thumbs, I let out an involuntary moan. My skin felt prickly. “Do you like that?”

I didn’t want him to stop. I hoped he never stopped. “Ye-yes, I do. It feels good.”

Daylen’s height while he sat aligned his mouth perfectly to my breasts. He moved one of his thumbs from my nipple and replaced it with his mouth. His tongue played with my nipple.

Ecstasy—that was where I was, and my body governed itself accordingly. “Oh my God. I’m—I’m cumming.” I’m going to have to change bathing suits now. When I felt his finger massage my clit, my head fell back, and I released again. “I want to have sex.”

The sucking stopped. I was afraid to lower my gaze to meet his eyes. The fear of rejection gripped me. I took a deep breath when both of his hands gripped the back of my thighs. One, two, three . . . look.

“Simonette, I want the fuck out of you. I’m not sure if you’re ready for that. I mean, this is not just us having sex. This is your virginity. I want you to make sure this is what you want to do, love,” he told me.

I knew it was what I wanted to do. I didn’t feel like I was rushing. I was thirty years old, for Christ’s sake. “I know it’s what I want to do. What better place to give someone my virginity than in paradise?”

He tilted his head before he spoke again. “I want you to sleep on it. We still have two days here, baby.” It took a moment for me to agree to his request. His smirk was intoxicating, and I wanted to get drunk.

For the rest of the night, he enjoyed me in every way without actual intercourse. If he could bring me to my deepest sexual depth without intercourse, I shuddered to think of what it would feel like afterward.

Time For Nuptials . . .

“Girl, if your sister was mad at you before, she’s about to lose her damn mind. You’re going to look better than her.” Rissa had just finished styling me for the wedding. Gorgeous wasn’t strong enough to describe how I looked. Transcendent!

I gazed at her in the mirror. “You look beautiful too. We both are going to look better than everyone.”

The dress that Rissa picked out was flattering to every curve that I realized I had that weekend. My makeup was flawless and complemented the event. The weekend had been a boost to my confidence level in every way.

There was still an hour and a half before the wedding.

I wondered what adjustment had to be made since I was kicked out of the wedding.

In the meantime, there was something I had to ask Rissa.

I’d gone back and forth about whether to ask her since I woke up.

My conclusion was that it was the kind of thing friends asked each other.

“Rissa, can you teach me how to perform oral sex?”

Her wine left her mouth. I rushed over to pat her back. She coughed violently. “Bitch, you can’t just say that shit while I’m drinking something. If you wanted me to die, just say that shit,” she said between her coughs.

I tried to hold in my laughter because she was still coughing. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know the right time to ask you. So, can you? I’ve read about it in very descriptive spice scenes and seen it on a porno.”

She lifted her hands. “Stop talking, Simonette. Jesus, erase the visual. Give me a chance to get the image of you and my brother doing anything past kissing out of my head.” She finally glanced at me.

“Stop looking like a disappointed teenager. I’ll teach you, but I just need time to erase the visual. ”

“Okay, that’s fair. I plan to have sex tomorrow night, so if it can be before then that would be great. I want to surprise him,” I told her.

Her head tipped backward with a loud gasp. “Simonette! What the fuck?” When it snapped back, her eyes bore into me. “Let’s go so I can make sure you and my brother are coordinated.”

She rolled her eyes before she left the room and yelled her brother’s name. My laugh finally escaped my lips. I lingered in front of the mirror to take in how beautiful I was. Wow! All of this was hiding under my sweats.