Page 17 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Eleven

J avyous

“How does it feel to be back, JV?” a reporter asked.

“It feels good to be back in the ring.” I nodded and used the towel to wipe away the sweat that was pouring down my face.

My fight was the last of the night and a nigga came out victorious. Victory by knockout. The fight didn’t go past the third round. I was trying to give the people a show, but my opponent made it too easy for me.

“Were you worried that a repeat of your last fight would happen here tonight?” he asked and put the mic in front of me for me to reply.

My chest tightened because it still made me a little anxious to hear people bring it up.

It wasn’t so much the question itself; it was more the way people asked and the extra commentary that came behind it.

Just as I prepared to answer, I noticed Zach walking Kehlani through the crowd.

A smile spread across my face as they approached and I reached for her.

She accepted my hand and allowed me to pull her into my body.

Kissing the side of her face, I kept my eyes trained on her as I answered. “I don’t ever have to worry about shit when I have my good luck charm in the crowd.”

The reporter smiled. “Okay. Who do we have here?”

“ The Kehlani Goldsmith,” I answered, hugging her body as she fought to get away.

“Stop it, Javyous, you’re sweaty,” she squealed.

She looked so good in the red dress that matched my shorts that I ignored whatever else Dave was saying. As far as I was concerned, the interview was over. With my arm tossed over her shoulder, I walked us to my dressing room and closed and locked the door once we were inside.

“Congratulations. You really are good at what you do.”

“’Preciate that.” I smirked as I eyed her up and down. Kehlani wasn’t going to make this week easy.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You look good as a mothafucka, it’s hard not to.”

“I try, I try.” She blushed.

“If this is trying, I can’t wait to see what it looks like when you actually do it.”

“Stop, Javyous.” She grinned super hard. “I’m blushing.”

I laughed and walked over to my duffle bag to get a t-shirt and my slides.

“You checked on the kids?”

“Yeah, they’re having a ball with Ms. Phyllis.”

She was smiling as she looked at whatever was on her phone.

I didn’t know what had happened with her and her baby daddy, but I definitely wondered how the fuck he’d fumbled her.

Lani was fine as shit and had her shit together.

How could you fumble her? Our marriage was a facade, but I ran to cut them hoes off when she told me to.

“Told you they would rock with her.”

“I know you did. Thank you for suggesting her.”

“Anything to make y’all comfortable. You ready?”

I was now on my feet with my duffle bag over my shoulder.

Making my way over to her, I took her hand into mine and opened the door with my free one.

The media still had the area flooded, so I kept her close as we followed the security guards Zach had hired.

The fight was at the MGM Grand, same as the hotel that we were staying at, so we didn’t have to go far.

The hotel was busy as shit as we walked through the lobby to the elevators. Kehlani was so engrossed in her phone that she wasn’t paying attention to shit. Had I not actually been walking with her ass, she would have walked into a wall or two by now.

“Who got all your attention?” I found myself asking once inside the elevator.

She looked at me, like she was shocked that we had actually left the locker room.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I was texting Celeste and checking my notifications, they’re going crazy.”

Handing me her phone, I saw that we were all over the blog sites. The storylines were mainly about me being back in the ring and a few about me finally resurfacing with my wife since marrying her two weeks ago.

“See how good you look in that dress?” I gave her phone back and took her hand again as we stepped off the elevator.

“How many times are you going to say that?”

“As many as I need to. You gon’ let me take it off you?”

I pinned her body to the door before she could get the keycard out of her li’l purse.

“Ay, we good.” I tossed my head back to the two security guards that were standing a few feet away. They nodded and started for the elevators again.

“Javyous, we can’t.”

“Why?” Dropping my head, I started to suck and kiss on her neck.

“Be…cause, shit,” she whimpered.

“Open the door.”

Fumbling around with her bag, she finally got it open and fished the keycard out of it.

Turning slightly, she pressed it against the sensor to get it to unlock.

When it did, I wrapped my free arm around her waist and led her to the room that I was staying in.

Our suite had two rooms so that she could stay with the kids in one and me in the other, but I had different plans tonight.

I’d been thinking about her since the morning she’d gotten up and ran from my suite.

Dropping my bag to the floor when we made it into the bedroom, I used my foot to kick the door shut, then commenced to sucking and kissing her neck and face as I walked us into the bathroom so I could start the shower.

When I had the shower running, I turned her to face me and dropped a kiss on her lips. I knew if I moved too slowly, she would put up a fight. As we nastily kissed, I reached behind her and pulled her zipper down, then pushed the straps that were holding her dress up down her shoulders.

I pulled back a little when her dress pooled around her ankles showing me that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Looking into her beautiful, innocent face, I tucked my lip between my teeth as I reached down to lift her body onto the sink.

Leaning in, I peppered kisses across her collarbone before going south to her titties. I squeezed them in each hand as I took turns sucking on her nipples. Her hands massaged the back of my neck and head as I made sure to show an equal amount of attention to both of them.

Once I was done sucking, I placed two soft kisses on each nipple then the space between her breasts before slowly lifting my head to look into her low, bedroom eyes.

“So fucking fine,” I admitted before sucking on her bottom lip and forcing two fingers into her tunnel.

As the two of us kissed hungrily, I fucked her with my fingers. I was so turned on by how turned on she was and by her loud moans. I just knew that if anyone was up in the other room, they could hear her ass.

“Baby,” she moaned against my lips as her pussy contracted around my fingers. “Please.”

Her begging had my shit harder than Chinese arithmetic.

“Please, what, baby?” I asked with my mouth still on hers, speeding up the strokes of my fingers.

“I, uh, mmm,” she whimpered. “Ja-Javy…ous.”

I felt her walls tightening again, letting me know that she was at her peak, so I snatched my fingers out and quickly buried my face between her legs making sure to slurp up every drop of her essence.

At my fight, I had to force myself not to look in her direction in fear of how my body was going to react seeing her, especially all dolled up. My ego was through the roof knowing she got all fine and shit for me, so my shit would have bricked up just by looking at her.

“Baby,” she whimpered.

“What?” I asked looking up at her, still feasting.

“I-I, shit, right there,” she screamed as I ate and applied some pressure to her clit with the pad of my thumb.

“Right there?” I asked before sucking her clit into my mouth and releasing it, then repeated the gesture a few times.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “I’m cumming.”

She released into my mouth and I made sure to lap up every single drop before standing and helping her off of the sink. She held onto me when she was on her feet as she lazily looked up at me.

“My legs are weak,” she pouted.

Smirking, I removed the rest of my clothes before I lifted her small body into my arms and walked us into the shower. I need to wash the both of us, so I lowered her to the floor before grabbing the loofah and applying some of the Dove soap to it.

Once it was lathered to my liking, I started to wash her small body and she did the same to mine after a few minutes with my loofah. I had never washed a woman and damn sure never had one to wash me. This was some intimate shit, some shit that I would never do with anyone other than her.

We were both silent as we washed one another. She was probably in her head about this shit, just as much as I was, but now wasn’t the time for uncertainties. I was more that certain what I wanted from her right now .

After all of the soap was rinsed from both of our bodies, I reached to lift her once again, wrapping her legs around my waist as I entered her, pressing her back into the glass behind us.

“Mm, ahh,” she whimpered and I bit the inside of my cheek to contain my vocals. I didn’t want to be in here moaning like a hoe, but it was a task considering how good, warm, and tight her pussy was.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck as one of my hands held her under her ass. The other was pressed into the glass of the shower as I moved in and out of her at a medium pace in fear that I would cum prematurely if I moved too quickly.

The sounds of the water splashing, skin slapping, and her sexy moans had a nigga on ten as I dug her center out.

Kehlani had no fucking idea what she was doing to me.

I had never wanted to be inside of a woman as bad as I wanted this.

I had been dreaming of this shit since she’d left my room the day after we said I do.

Every single time I laid eyes on her, more and more from that night came back to me.

“Shit,” I hissed, speeding up my strokes as my nails dug into her ass cheek. “This pussy,” I groaned while shaking my head.

Pulling my head back some, I sucked her lips into my mouth before slithering my tongue into her mouth. I needed to do something before I started moaning and groaning just as loud as she was.