Page 6 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Five

J avyous

“Damn girl, just like that , ” I groaned as my grip tightened on her hair. Her head was in my lap, bobbing up and down on my dick. The way she was sucking and twisting was driving a nigga insane.

I didn’t know how many shots we had taken at the bar before retreating to my room. It was actually a little blurry because I didn’t even remember leaving. All I knew was that I was grateful that we had left and this was the destination and end result.

“Mmm.” She hummed on my dick, sending vibrations down my shaft as the tip of my dick touched the back of her throat, making my toes curl.

Slowly she eased my dick out of her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue.

I couldn’t help thinking that she was demon-possessed or some shit with the way that she watched me as she sloppily sucked my dick.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her mouth off my dick. I felt like a hoe tapping out from the head, but a nigga couldn’t take it no more. I felt like if she kept going, I’d be in here screaming like a bitch.

“That shit was sexy as hell and nasty as fuck,” I said before kissing her lips. With her straddling my lap, I deepened the kiss while pushing my way inside of her. She moaned into my mouth as I filled her up.

Her petite body trembled as I pushed further inside of her. I could feel her nails sinking deeper and deeper into my flesh until I was finally all the way inside.

“Shit,” I groaned lowly at the snug feeling of her walls surrounding me. “Go,” I instructed just as my hand landed on her ass cheek. Slowly she started to bounce up and down on my shaft. “That’s right, just like that. Ride this mothafucka.”

“J-Ja-v-vyous,” she stammered. “Shit, uh.”

Her pace was quickening and if she kept going at this rate, this was going to end a lot sooner than I wanted it to. Placing my hands on each of her ass cheeks, I applied a little pressure to slow her down before starting to fuck her from below. This way I was in control of when I released.

Judging by how wet she was, it was clear that she had already cum.

Just the thought of it had my mouth watering and me feenin’ to taste her.

With her still closed in my embrace, I stood and walked us to the bed in my room.

When we’d made it to my hotel room, she hadn’t wasted any time undressing us and taking my dick into her mouth right in the living room.

I’d wanted to stop her because I knew my uncle was in the other bedroom, but it felt too good, so I said fuck that and fuck him.

Tossing her small body onto the bed, I kneeled between her legs, examining her pretty pussy. It was glistening from all of the work that I had already put in and once again I was salivating but this time at the sight.

Leaning forward, I gently pulled her pearl into my mouth. As I rotated between sucking and gently biting, she started to shake beneath me. I knew she was about to cum again, I could smell it and I felt like a fiend waiting to taste her essence.

“Oh God,” she cried. “I—fuck, I’m, ahh!” she screamed as her juices released.

My tongue was hanging out of my mouth like a dog on a hot summer day as I looked on.

Leaning in, I ran my tongue from her ass up to her clit and back down, making sure to lap it all up and leave nothing behind.

I didn’t know if it was the taste of her sweet essence or it was the alcohol in my system, but what I did know was I felt my nut rising and I wasn’t even inside of her.

Pulling my mouth away, I rushed up the length of her body and pushed inside of her. Her mouth dropped open because she wasn’t prepared for the penetration, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stand not being inside of her for another second.

Her legs locked behind me as I hammered inside of her, beating her shit out of the frame. I had been fucking bitches for a long time, but I’d never had pussy this good.

“Damn.” I lifted a little so that I could watch myself dive in and out of her. My teeth sank into my lip as I looked on. I felt myself weakening at the sight and her moaning sexily wasn’t helping me either. This woman was something fucking serious. “Shit.”

My lids slammed together as I sped up. Her shit tightened around me, letting me know that she was cumming, so I was good to release. I unloaded everything deep inside of her not caring that I wasn’t wearing a condom. That’s how good her pussy was.

Once I was done, I leaned and kissed her lips before climbing to the top of my bed, pulling her with me. The two of us got under the cover, I closed her in my arms with her back to my chest and drifted off to a deep, peaceful sleep.

Slowly my eyes peeled open. My head was pounding and my vision was kind of blurred still as I blinked trying to get them to focus. My dick was hard as a brick too.

Probably because that dream felt so fucking real.

After finally getting my eyes to adjust, I reached to the other side of my bed for my phone but was met with a handful of hair. My eyes ballooned before they shot that way. The first thing I noticed was the hair spread across the pillow, then the rose that was tattooed on her shoulder.

Who the fuck?

Just as I got ready to wake her, there was a knock on my door before I heard my uncle’s voice.

“Javyous?”

The sound of his voice had her stirring in her sleep.

For whatever reason I didn’t like that. I didn’t want to disrupt her peaceful slumber and I didn’t want anyone else to either.

It was inevitable though because for one, Pres was still knocking and yelling, and secondly, I didn’t know who she was.

“JV!”

“Yeah?” I answered.

She abruptly turned over and looked at me with eyes the size of golf balls.

“There’s a young lady here looking for a…” I heard him turn to ask for a name again. “Kehlani James.”

My eyes traveled over to her and she gave me a nod before lowering her face into her hands. Her naked body was covered from her chest down with only the sheet from the bed when she stood from the bed.

“Do you know where my clothes are?”

Her voice, that voice, it was the one from my dream. Even though this wasn’t the time for it, my dick reacted. Everything about the woman standing before me was sexy.

Looking on my side on the floor, I didn’t see anything.

“Naw, give me a second,” I said as I tossed the cover from my body and climbed out of my bed.

I grabbed some ball shorts and stepped into them before heading out the room where my uncle was still standing outside of my door with the girl that was here for her people.

His face held a confused expression as I surveyed the room before noticing me and Kehlani’s clothes by the door. Trekking over, I scooped them up.

“Long night, cuz?” Nique asked and smirked from the bar where he was eating a bowl of cereal.

He was dressed in what he’d worn yesterday as well letting me know he wasn’t here either last night. Him and his pops were sharing the other bedroom in the suite because it had two beds in it.

“Shut yo’ ass up,” I spat, walking past him and back into my room. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

Taking the clothes from me, she quickly redressed before going into her purse to find her phone. She stomped her little foot when she noticed that it wasn’t powering on because it was likely dead.

“I got a charger if you need it,” I offered because she looked worried as hell and I felt inclined to help her.

“No, it’s fine. I need to go.”

Without another word, she rushed out of my room grabbing her friend by the forearm and pulling her out of our suite. Once they were gone Pres glared at me and Dominique.

“What the hell were the two of you doing last night?”

“All I remember was being at the bar then waking up here.” I shrugged.

The night was wild, but from the looks of things I’d had one hell of a night if I woke up with a woman as fine as Kehlani in bed with me.

“I’ll tell you what he was doing last night, Pops.” Nique smirked and walked over with his phone in hand.

I didn’t think anything of it until I heard my uncle gasp a little and whisper what the hell under his breath. My brows quickly gathered together as I looked between the two of them waiting for them to tell me what they hell they were looking at.

“What?” I frowned, finally speaking up since they weren’t.

When they still were mute, I snatched the phone from Pres so that I could see for myself. I read the caption of the video that was on The Shade Room.

“The fuck?” I whispered to myself.

“The fuck is right, cuz.” Dominique’s hand landed on my shoulder. “You’re a whole fucking husband and the worst part is I was the best man and don’t remember the shit.”

I roughly knocked his hand off of my shoulder and tossed his phone to him before going to get my own.

Dominique was an idiot and would really go create some shit like that just to get me worked up, so I wanted to look for myself.

Sure enough the shit was on there as well as every other major gossip site.

Hell, it was even all over SportsCenter.

“Shit,” I hissed hitting my phone against my head then holding it against my lips as I tried to remember something from the night before.

Literally all I remembered was the first shot that we all took together then the rest was a blank.

Hell, I’d even thought us having sex was a damn dream.

That part I actually wasn’t mad about being real, but the rest of it?

Hell naw. I couldn’t be anybody’s fucking husband.

I hadn’t even been a boyfriend ever. I had to get her ass back here fast so we could handle this shit.

“I can’t even get a good night’s rest without having to worry about the two of you doing crazy shit,” my uncle fussed when he entered my room. “Sit down, JV.”

He pointed to the bed before sitting on it himself.

“Naw, I got to go?—”

His stern voice cut me off. “You’ve got to sit your ass down like I said.”

I wanted to blank and tell him not to talk to me like I was some hoe or a child, but I couldn’t bring myself to disrespect my uncle. Plus, I thought back to how he used to get on me and Nique’s asses when we were kids and I didn’t want no smoke, so I sat down.

“This could work in your benefit…” he started and I shot from my seat.

“Naw, Unc?—”

“Sit your ass down and listen, Javyous, I won’t be this nice about it again.

” At the threat I glared down at him sitting on the bed.

He angled his head to the side and smirked at me.

“What? You think because you beat a few little niggas in the ring you can fuck with me? Don’t forget who taught you to fight and who still trains you today. ”

“Chill out.” I chuckled, taking my seat beside him again.

“Like I was saying, this could be exactly what you need for your image.”

I shook my head. “I told you that I didn’t want to get married.”

“Well, it looks like you already have.” He shrugged.

Sucking my teeth, I turned away when he tried to show me the video again. I had no desire to see the shit again.

“That shit probably fake as hell. We need to go see the mothafuckas down at wherever this is and make them fix this shit. I don’t have time to be dealing with this shit.”

“Well, this marriage application looks legit.” Dominique entered the room with a manila folder in his hand and his eyes trained hard on the document within.

“It says the license is going to… this must be ol’ girl’s address because you don’t live in apartments.

" He pointed to my hand. “That ring looks real as a mothafucka, too.”

This was the first time that it had even registered to me to look at my ring finger.

There was a diamond wedding band sitting comfortably there.

Shit looked like it’d cost a grip too. Where the hell would we even have gotten this shit?

And was she wearing one too? I couldn’t remember if I saw her wearing a ring or not.

My uncle examined the ring. “Looks pretty expensive too.”

“Light four bands.” Dominique shrugged, turning a receipt in my direction. “Ol’ girl’s cost… damn, you dropped eight bands on hers.”

“What?” I barked and snatched the receipt from him.

I was comfortable financially because I managed my money well and I didn’t spend unnecessarily, but I’d never spent that type of money on women, not no fucking eight bands.

“This shit is crazy.”

“It is,” my uncle agreed. “And your stupid ass just stood there and let it happen.”

He leaned in and slapped the back of my cousin’s head when he leaned down to see what else I had in my hand.

“Me? I was just as lit as him. I don’t remember none of that shit.” He frowned. “I am glad it wasn’t me that got married though, I would have been sick.”

“This is some bullshit,” I hissed.

“Yeah, well the damage is done. Now we use it to our advantage. Get showered and dressed so that we can go down to whatever chapel married you and see what we can find out. I need to make sure you didn’t do any more stupid shit.

Also, we need to meet with the girl so that we can brief her and convince her to not annul this thing if Cheryl agrees. ”

“Who the hell is Cheryl?”

Leave it to Nique to question the most irrelevant part of the conversation. I had married a woman that I didn’t know, there was no prenuptial agreement in line, so she could take me for all my shit, and this nigga was worried about who the fucking image consultant was.

Sighing, I stood and went to get some clothes and shit together so that I could shower. My uncle was right; the shit had happened and there was nothing that I could do about it. All I could do was figure this shit out from the point we were at.

The first thing I needed to do was see Kehlani.

She had to be freaked out if she’d realized what happened last night.

She looked like she wanted to just die when she’d rolled over to see that she was in bed with me.

I lowkey felt a little bad because I didn’t want her thinking or telling anyone I’d taken advantage of her in an inebriated state.

Hell, I was drunk as hell too. This shit was all Dominique’s fault.

Him and that big-mouthed fucking girl Kehlani was with.

And shit, Kehlani’s ass too. It was their faults.

I’d been ready to call it a night, but the three of them wanted to keep drinking.

As soon as I got all of this figured out, I planned to get in Nique’s ass.

Stupid ass nigga.