Page 8 of Summer in London

“Gorgeous?” he showed off his straight white teeth. “Not sure if I’ve ever been referred to as gorgeous before, but I’ll take that.”

“I’m being rude,” A’ja countered. She looked over her shoulder. “This is my teammate, Celine, and her husband, Marlow.”

Pleasantries were exchanged, and A’ja and Naasson got back to their conversation.

“How long have you been single?” she asked as the waitress brought the next round of drinks over.

“Not long.” Naasson admitted. “Me coming to London was very last minute and spur of the moment. It caused me to miss a pivotal point in my girl’s life, and she’s kind of tired of the BS.

I can’t even blame her. I can’t be what she needs me to be right now, so I kind of look at it as setting her free. ”

A’ja found herself staring at Naasson, and he raised his brows when she didn’t respond to his comment.

“What?”

“Nothing because I don’t want to project.

It’s just that sometimes, men and women are different.

You may look at it as setting her free. She might look at it like you didn’t care enough to fight for the relationship.

” A’ja tried to watch her tone because the last thing she wanted to be was a hot, sniveling, defensive, mess.

“You’re right about that, but some things aren’t black and white or cut and dry.

A person has the right to want what they want, but it may not always be possible for what they want to occur just like that.

When that person doesn’t want to be patient, setting them free would be the correct move in my eyes. ”

A’ja nodded her understanding. They were in a hookah lounge, and she didn’t want to kill the vibe with heavy conversation about relationships. The waitress came over with A’ja’s drink, and Naasson ordered another one.

“Put her drinks on my tab,” he instructed the waitress.

A’ja smiled. Again, she felt so out of the dating loop. She knew that him offering to buy her drinks was something that she liked, but she also didn’t want to feel as if she owed him anything. A’ja was down to let loose and have fun but only on her terms.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“If I’m sitting in your face taking up your time, buying your drinks is the least that I can do.”

A’ja blushed and pulled from the hookah.

“I don’t want to crowd you. If at any point you want me out your face just say the word.”

The way he was staring at her like she was so intriguing made A’ja’s yoni contract. Naasson was handsome. Like handsome, handsome. “I don’t mind. I just came out because my friend invited me. It’s not like I’m trying to meet someone, and you’re cock blocking.”

Naasson nodded. “No kids?”

The question made her heart sink. “No. What about you?”

“Nah, not yet. My moms kept telling me to hurry up because I’m thirty but,” Naasson shrugged passively. “That’s not something I’m forcing just for the sake of giving her grandkids.”

“I feel you on that. Kids is kind of something that has to be carefully thought out with the kind of career that I have, so I didn’t get around to it before you know.” She was tired of saying the word divorce. It had been spoken one too many times for her liking.

By the time her second drink was finished, A’ja felt really good.

She was dancing in her seat, and she knew she probably looked goofy because she kept smiling, but she didn’t care.

At one point, she looked at Naasson through heavy lids and when he licked his lips, she knew right then and there that she wanted to have sex with him.

The DJ was everything because he didn’t play one song that A’ja didn’t like.

She was dancing in her seat and actually having a good time.

What she liked most was that Naasson’s conversation flowed effortlessly, and he didn’t have to talk about sex or make crude comments to have something to talk about. He was a gentleman, and she liked that.

“You good?” he asked noticing her low lids.

“Yes, and I’m done for the night. I have an hour and a half practice tomorrow. Coach just complimented me the other day on how well I was playing. If I go in with a hangover off my game, she’s going to have a fit.” A’ja sighed.

“I bought a ticket to the game earlier today. I can’t wait to see you play.”

A wide grin spread across A’ja’s face. That’s dope. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

“Excuse me, friend. Can I speak to you for one second?” Celine smiled at Naasson before pulling A’ja up out of the seat.

A’ja stepped off to the side with her. “What’s up?”

“That man is handsome. Like jaw dropping and all that good shit, but I don’t know him. Therefore, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here with him, and Marlow and I are about to head out.”

“I wouldn’t say I necessarily know him either, but I met him yesterday in a coffee shop, and we exchanged numbers. He’s from North Carolina, and he’s here for a few months because his cousin has a film production company, and he’s shooting a movie.”

Impressed, Celine pursed her lips. “Okay, that’s all well and good, but I’m still not sure.”

A’ja knew she had to be borderline drunk because she couldn’t believe what she was about to say to Celine. “I kind of want to have sex with him,” she whined.

Though the matter was serious, Celine had to giggle at the way A’ja was pouting. “Where is he staying?” she peeked over A’ja’s shoulder at Naasson who was talking to Marlow.

“I don’t know all that.”

“Don’t invite him back to your place, and don’t go to his either. Unless it’s a hotel or somewhere with security. Share your location with me too.”

“Bet.”

“Have fun girl,” Celine grinned at her friend.

“I plan too. If he’s with it. He’s being a gentleman. I can’t believe I’m even considering being the aggressor.”

Celine waved her comment off. “Girl, please. YOLO. You’re both in London temporarily, and you just want to have fun. There is no shame in that at all.”

A’ja appreciated the fact that Celine was encouraging her shenanigans. She walked back over to Naasson.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah. Celine and her husband are ready to go, but she didn’t want to leave me. I think I’m going to head out too.” She bit the inside of her cheek and peered at him.

“How did you get here? I’ll walk you out.”

“I normally take cabs everywhere.” A chill ran down her spine as Naasson placed his hand on the small of her back and ushered her through the lounge. A’ja’s heart drummed in her chest as she contemplated taking it there.

When they were outside, she spotted a few cabs waiting and figured it was now or never. “What are you doing when you leave here?”

“I was going to go back to the hotel. I’m staying at The Waldorf Hilton.”

A’ja’s brows lifted. She knew that hotel, and it was far from cheap.

In fact, it was very nice. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

“You want some company? I mean, I’m not trying to come off as thirsty or a hoe but,” she shrugged passively.

“We’re both here short-term, and we’re adults. Out having fun.”

Her tone sounded confident, but Naasson could see the fear in her eyes.

He knew that wasn’t something she did often.

She was going through a divorce, and Naasson knew all too well what distraction dating and fucking was like.

He knew WNBA players didn’t make as much as the males, but he was smart enough to know that A’ja wasn’t broke.

Depending on who you asked, she was something like a celebrity, so he doubted she’d have any hidden motives or agendas.

He believed that she just wanted dick. And that worked for him because he just wanted pussy.

“I wouldn’t stay long though. I have practice.”

“How about I come to your place? Only because I don’t want you out late having to get home in a cab.

You have practice in the morning. I can put you to sleep and leave while you rest. You can trust me.

I’m not a criminal,” he lied. She could trust him for sure, but he damn sure was a criminal.

If he told her he was on the run for murder, he knew he’d never see her again.

“Sounds like a plan,” she gave him a small smile, and they got in a cab.

Fifteen minutes later, they were in her bed, and she was on top of him sucking on his neck while he gripped her ass cheeks tightly.

A’ja’s lips found his, and their tongues danced as she lifted her hips and placed his condom covered mushroom tip in her opening.

As she eased down onto his manhood, A’ja could tell right away that he was bigger than Kenyatta in girth and length.

His fingertips pressed into the flesh of her behind as she got all the way down to the base of his dick.

A’ja sat up straight, bit her bottom lip, and rode Naasson with the grace and skill of an equestrian.

She closed her eyes and pushed out a soft moan.

Being on top was her favorite position, but Kenyatta didn’t care for it because it made him cum quick.

Her clit swelled as she rode Naasson, and the friction between her nub and his body had her teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

When he lifted his head and took her breast into his mouth, she gripped the back of his head as her face crumpled.

It was right there, and she rode him harder and faster in an effort to bring her orgasm to the surface.

“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned deeply as her walls spasmed violently on Naasson’s tool. Her heart raced, and A’ja’s chest heaved up and down as the floodgates opened, and she coated his penis with her essence.

Naasson flipped A’ja over onto her back and let his dick rest inside of her while he continued to devour her breast. He then moved over to her neck and by the time he started moving in and out of her, she was soaked.

“This pussy wet as fuck,” he groaned in her ear turning her on.

A’ja hated to compare everything Naasson did to Kenyatta.

She hated that Kenyatta was even on her mind, but he was the only man she’d known for a long time now, and being with someone else felt foreign.

But it felt good. Kenyatta barely moaned in bed, and he damn sure didn’t talk, so Naasson being vocal turned her on.

She didn’t have to second guess if something felt good to him or if he was enjoying it.

His words made her moan, and he pecked her on the lips.

“You ready for orgasm number two?” he whispered before pecking her on the lips again, and she nodded.

Naasson grabbed a handful of her braids and began to stroke her savagely, as her moans got louder and louder. He hit her with long, deep, strokes, until she was digging her nails into his back and screaming his name as an orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.

“There you go,” he moaned. “Let that shit loose.” Naasson knew A’ja had a long day ahead, so he didn’t try to hold back. He erupted into the condom while her yoni still had a vice grip on his pipe from the orgasm she was experiencing.

He pulled out of her with his bottom lip pinched between his teeth and found himself wishing that he could get another round in. It was nice to know that while he was such a long way from home, he still had the privilege of being in the company of a beautiful woman with some good ass pussy.

“You better be lucky you have to get up early,” he stated adamantly making A’ja blush.

She almost wished she could miss practice, and that’s when she knew she had to get it together. Not for dick. Nope. It wasn’t happening. However, she wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again.

“I don’t have practice Sunday. Do what you want with that information.”

“Bet,” Naasson glared at her seductively before going into the bathroom to clean up.

When A’ja got in bed fifteen minutes later after her shower, the sadness that usually plagued her at night wasn’t as heavy.

It wasn’t completely gone, but the good sex she’d just had and the alcohol in her system made it so that it was the first night in a long time that she didn’t cry herself to sleep.

Maybe things were starting to look up after all.