He had to stop smiling at her. He was giving her that look again. The one that said she was admired and, more than that, wanted, and it
wasn’t good for either of them. Not here. Maybe she was imagining things. Zori couldn’t possibly be interested in her romantically now. Not that
he hadn’t been before, but now he knew she was married! Gotdamn the day she decided to marry Shemar Kidd. It was the single biggest regret of her
life and she had to deal with it everyday. EVERYDAY. On days like these it was especially hard, because God, did she want the man standing in front of
her. Outside of him being fine as hell and smelling good enough to lick everytime she saw him, Fumie couldn’t ignore her need to know more about
Mr. Helpful. Something she’d probably never really get to find out as their conversations would remain in the realm of small talk and polite chit
chat when she popped by the gym. She might have died of disappointment, but hearing his baritone had her more than willing to press on.
So she did, asking him if he’d enjoyed himself tonight. Even after the awkward run in with her husband she’d hoped he’d found something to enjoy
out of a night she’d worked so hard on. She hoped he’d at least enjoyed the things Kidd’s Kids had to offer since she could offer him nothing.
Ugh! She tried not to let her frustration show through as he smiled, telling her being invited had been enough but he had enjoyed himself. “Great,
I’m really glad you liked it.” As silly as it sounded, in the moment, all she cared about was Zori having had a good time here. For reasons she
couldn’t act on, that was important to her...he was important to her.
What the hell was happening here? She had never had this issue before. Sure, she had looked at other men, wondered what life would be like if she were
single again...but then the phone would ring and it would be Shemar or a Shemar related problem and she would get slapped back into reality. Here she
was in a room with Shemar and a man she was trying so hard not to imagine her life with and she couldn’t help herself. On a level that
should have been much deeper than it was, Fumie could see herself with Zori. She could picture herself happy with him. She wanted that. She wanted it
so bad.
Looking over to the stage, she was sure her expression had gone sour as her husband’s voice came back into focus. More lies about how he loved being
a part of doing something that mattered, how he loved Kidd’s Kids like his own. Ha. That was probably true as he didn’t give a shit about his
children exactly like he didn’t care about the kids in her program. But that was neither here nor there as Zori spoke again, ending their
brief silence with a compliment. She laughed a little again as he told her how easy she made it look. Did she?
“You’re so sweet-,” she smiled sweeping a hand through her hair again and wondering to herself how she hadn’t pulled it all out planning this
thing. It had been anything but easy. Of course Ruka was amazing; anticipating needs before Fumie could verbalize them, but Fumie had spent 3
months shy of a year making sure everything about this gala was immaculate. Nine months and she had given birth to what she thought (and hopefully the
sponsors thought) was the perfect event. It had been a good night. “Just a little something I threw together,” she joked, laughing again before
another silence settled. She might of filled it, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. She was just going to enjoy the few for a few seconds.
I was a heavy heart to carry but, he never let me down.
When he held me in his arms my feet never touched the ground.
Despite the smile that kept playing reruns on Zori's face, something felt...off about what they were doing. Almost...wrong. Yeah, he knew
nothing was wrong with having a conversation with Fumie. The words they were saying were appropriate. Innocent enough. The
conversation, light...between friends. But between words, in the silence? There was another conversation going on. The things that were
unsaid were what was making Zori uneasy. Like the smiles he kept giving her that meant way more than they were supposed to mean. And the blushes on
Fumie's face because somewhere deep down, Zori knew she was getting the message. And that message...was inappropriate as hell. Did he have to say or
even think why? No, he didn't. He'd reminded himself "why" about a couple hundred time since she'd tapped him on the shoulder...wearing "seduction" in
dress form. Or maybe, it was as simple as she was wearing a stunning dress and it wasn't anywhere near her fault that Zori couldn't get that dress or
the woman wearing it out of his mind. HE was the one that was wrong. Not her. She was busy being a good wife while he couldn't get his thoughts off of
a woman that didn't belong to him.
What was the damn problem? It hadn't been this rough in years. The habit of Zori getting up in arms about some woman who didn't need or want to be in
his life had been more of a mantra than his chants were to him now. He always found the ones that didn't want to be found. Always fell for the one
that weren't "available", whether that meant they were already take or they just didn't have a damn heart to love with. But KR had been his freedom
from that. He'd stayed away from women, they'd stayed away from him and his head had stayed in the game. It was as easy as that. Until now.
Until Fumie. Zori couldn't stop thinking about her when he shouldn't be, wanting to see her when he didn't need to...wanting to talk to her when there
was nothing to talk about. There wasn't anything between them. It was all professional. Nothing more. And the only person that couldn't seem to "get
it" between Zori, Shemar and his WIFE was...shit. It was Zori. No matter how much he told himself that nothing between he and Fumie was possible, he
couldn't keep himself from watching her, looking at her...smiling at her the way he was now. Watching her...while she was watching her husband on
the st-
Hold up. Zori's eyes squinted for a moment as his head turned fully into Fumie's direction. His eyes fully on her, changing from "gazing" to
"examining". Was it just him or...or were her lips fuller than they normally were. Not botox full, not that she needed it. Hers were...hell. They were
perfect. When they weren't swollen. In the short time they'd been partnered, Zori'd watched enough of her smiles to know that something had
changed. It was a small change. So small that no one would've caught it they way she'd applied her lipstick to hide it. But he had... His gaze moved
smoothly from her face to the floor as she looked back to him, her smile returning to her face as it had dropped as she watched Shemar. Oh.
That was the only word Zori's thoughts could make up as they buzzed like angry gnats in his head.
You're so sweet- Right. Sure he was. And if she knew what he was thinking about her "greatest of all time" husband, he wasn't so sure "sweet"
was the word she would've been calling him. But Zori smiled again, his eyes giving the humble "thank you" that his mouth couldn't. Only because if he
opened his mouth...
"You know..." He started without his mouth's permission, breaking the silence that settled between he and Fumie.
"I don't know if anyone really takes the time to thank YOU for what you do with this foundation. Or anything else for that matter. Someone
should...because you're...Fumie, you're amazing. I just thought you should know that." Zori prided himself on being a man of few words, but he wasn't
so sure how he felt about the ones he'd just said to Fumie. Or the look on her face after he'd said them.
"The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances."
She hadn’t lied. Zori had been nothing but sweet since she’d met him in the post office. Something as simple as holding a door for a stranger had
escalated so quickly once she discovered he was going to be more than a stranger in her life. A partnering gym for Kidd’s Kids, owned by “Mr.
Helpful”? What were the odds? Really she wanted to know the numbers because she had been sure that day in the post office was going to be the last
she ever saw of him. And yet here the two of them stood, staring at one another at her foundation gala, listening to the silences between their
irrelvant conversations. They were wrong. Fumie knew they were wrong. As strange as it sounded, despite their innocent enough conversation, the
silences were saying so much more than either of them were. And in those silences?
She was mesmerized by him. She knew how wrong it was and she didn’t care. Not tonight. Not after the kitchen with Shemar, not after what she knew he
was going to do as soon as he could tear himself away from this Gala. She didn’t care that she was interested in Zori. Physically, intellectually,
and all of the ways in between. She wanted to know him. The who, what, when, wheres, and whys of his life. The things someone who was more than a
friend knew. She wanted more than his partnership with her organization and she didn’t care. In her current state, with him saying all the
right things and looking at her like...like no other man had in years...She didn’t care.
Before she could stop herself her body was closing the distance between them. Her hands were pulling at the front of his suit jacket. Her lips were
against his and she could taste him. Fumie heard herself moan as she had something like an out of body experience where she could see herself
kissing him but she couldn’t stop it. Part of her didn’t even want to. That part of her was parting his lips with her tongue and allowing this
kiss to grow deeper. It was the part of her that wanted so much more than what they were sharing in that moment. The other part of her though...the
sane part, snapped her completely out of whatever trance she had been in that made her think kissing another man while her husband was giving a speech
at the most important event of her year was okay.
“Shit.” She pulled away, her hands leaving him as she took a step back and her eyes grew wider than she thought possible. She opened her mouth to
apologize, something she swore she’d try to change, but all that came out was “Shit!” It was much louder than it should’ve been, luckily for
her Shemar’s speech was over and applause had drowned her voice out completely. She couldn’t deal with this right now. Not even because she
couldn’t explain it, she had to be on stage in literal seconds to kiss her husband and put on a show for the people watching. Shit!
Fumie turned away from Zori, walking off toward the stage without another word. Sure, “shit” was probably a horrible way to leave things, but she
didn’t want to stay and risk yet another awkward mess of apologies between the two of them. Besides…
She wasn’t sorry.
I was a heavy heart to carry but, he never let me down.
When he held me in his arms my feet never touched the ground.
Truth be told? The words the left Zori's mouth had escaped faster than the cold air when you leave the fridge door open too long (according to his
Momma). He couldn't snatch them back fast enough and once they were out, they were out. He hadn't meant to say it. Well, take that
back...he'd meant every word he'd said about Fumie. She was under appreciated. She worked harder than anyone cared to admit and she never, ever held a
frown on her face because of it. And, new development? Her husband sure wasn't congratulating her for shit as he was too busy laying hands on her to
tell her how much he appreciated what she did for him. Hey, that was Zori's story and he was going with it. Sure, the swell of her lips could've been
from anything. But Zori knew what it looked like when a man got too pushy. And...she didn't deserve that. None of it. She deserved more than Zori
could put into words. And that was why he couldn't take his words back. He meant them. He meant every one of them.
But he shouldn't have said it to her. Not here. Not now, when her husband had already showed that he had the world's grimiest "jealous streak" and he
was only a couple feet away from where he and Fumie stood, wrapping up his speech. Not when there were photogs and journalist sitting close enough to
see them in conversation and make assumptions. And not when the things that he'd said to her made her look at him the way she was looking at him now.
Her eyes were unblinking, staring into him instead of just looking at him. Like she could see everything that was underneath that hard exterior and
stoic face. It wasn't the kind of look that friends shared...which was why it was so goddamned crazy that he was giving it right back to her, with
interest. Because the look was right. He could see her. For a second she wasn't hard working Fumie. She was a woman that had heard some shit
that she hadn't heard in a hell of a long time...from a man that wasn't her husband. But that fact didn't stop her from coming closer. It didn't stop
her hands from coming to the front of Zori's suit jacket and pulling him into her. It didn't stop her lips from touching his. It didn't stop her
kiss.
Through the shock of the suddenness of her lips' touch, Zori couldn't stop the desire to pull away from her, to stop her from doing something that he
knew would end everything if anyone caught or saw them. But that's all it was. The desire. Not the action of pulling away and resisting
Fumie. It was just what he knew was right. Not what he DID. Because what he did went against everything. He...he let the surprise leave his eyes. He
closed his eyes. He cupped her face...and kissed her back.
He goddamned kissed her back. With her tongue slipping between his lips and his meeting hers as his lips parted, he kissed. Her. The hell.
Back. And what was worse? He let himself enjoy it. Goddamn it. Their lips moved against each other as his hand met her face, his thumb
caressing her cheek. The quiet sounds of their lips tasting each others was muted by Shemar's voice...and the pulsing of blood in Zori's veins. And
his thoughts. And...
...and it was over what seemed like as soon as it started. Shit. Exactly. Fucking shit. Zori allowed Fumie's body to push away from his, her
hand letting go of its hold on his suit coat. Her eyes widening at what she'd just done...what Zori had allowed her to do. Around them, there was
silence. But Zori wouldn't let himself break eye contact with her to check his surroundings. He watched as Fumie opened her mouth again, just as a
applause started, ending Shemar's speech. Her mouth moved...
Shit! She stared at him a moment longer before she began to turn away. Zori made to grab her arm, but she moved faster than he could get his
head around what had just happened. They'd kissed.
"Fumie. Wait..." His voice was too low, she'd already gotten too far from him to hear him ask her to stop...just for a second, just so he could figure
out the weight of what he'd just done. No, she was heading to the stage, ready to be the doting, loving wife to Shemar Kidd. Ready to congratulate him
on his speech and pose for pictures of the "beautiful couple". And Zori was where he belonged. In the crowd, watching what was and not contemplating
what "could be".
Walking out of the ballroom alone.
"The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances."
Devyn allowed herself to laugh as her back fell into the bathroom wall and Koi’s hands kneaded her ass a bit more. He was finally getting what he
wanted. Their alone time in the bathroom. He had been...as good as she might have hoped throughout most of the ceremony. The texts got nastier the
more she replied, but he had only tried putting his hand under her dress once and she couldn’t deny how cute his little begging kisses were in
between texts. Of course, his father found the two of them completely repulsive, voicing his opinion more than once, which only seemed to make Koi
kiss her more. Neither of them were really getting what they wanted out of any of it though. Eri was still sitting next to Devyn being the first
cockblock Dev had ever appreciated and she was trying to keep her good girl image like his mom wanted. So they were a cute couple; not at all the
couple they were being right now.
Devyn’s legs wrapped around his waist as he picked her up, their lips still dancing against one another as Koi covered the short distance to the
bathroom sinks. Sitting her down on the counter his lips left hers and began a suck on her neck. She moaned, tossing her head back so that he could
get where he wanted to be a little easier. “You sure-,” her words caught as he nipped at her and elicited another moan. “You sure you want to
miss your dad’s speech?” She laughed a little. “I’m sure it’s gonna be real moving.” Koi probably couldn’t even hear her. She’d made
him wait too long. To be honest, she was more than ready too; his hands tracing her thighs, moving higher and higher and...why had she kept him
waiting? It was a question that evaporated along with the rest of her thoughts as his kisses got lower.
The wait was over.
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
It was about GOT damn time. Koi smiled as he hushed Devyn's laughter, her back hitting one of the expensively wallpapered walls in the bathroom. She
wasn't even that loud, but he couldn't help milking her laughter for a reason to let his lips cover hers, his hands rubbing attempting to touch every
single thing she'd forbidden him to touch earlier that evening. It was finally just THEM. No annoyingly cute little sister/cock block. No mother
shooting warning eyes every time Koi got within three inches of Devyn's ANYTHING. And no jealous ass Pops, cutting his eyes from Devyn to Koi as they
sat at the table designated for the family. Hey, he couldn't help it that he and Devyn were bad as hell that night...in more ways than one. Just about
every camera in the place had taken a shot of he and his babe sitting at the table. He looked like a million bucks and she looked nothing short of
two. Not to mention the fact that a couple of reporters had actually come around the table, sniffing up Koi's ass for details about his after college
plans. Recruiters, scouts, under the table offers. They wanted to know it all. There wasn't anything to tell yet, but Koi didn't let them know that.
Besides, he liked the jealous as fuck look on Shemar's face when those fuckers skipped right over him and stuck their recorders in Koi's.
Either way, this moment right here? It had been the plan. He and Devyn, sneaking off and getting comfortable as fuck. And that they were, her legs
wrapping around his waist as he picked up her and walked her to the sinks. Setting her down softly, his lips returned to her neck, distracting her
form the words she was trying to say.
"Fuck Shemar Kidd..." He answered quickly. Yeah, he heard her. Did he care? No. His Pops gave the same speech every damn year. "I was an
underprivileged kid." "Thank you for your dedication." "I'm an asshole." "Fuck you very much, goodnight." Who cared? The only thing Koi cared about
was underneath the skirt of Devyn's dress. It was the secret she'd been keeping him away from the entire night. Thank the fucking sex god that she'd
decided to stop playing his life and let him get it. And like he said...he just wanted to eat it. Anything else was up to her.
"You wanna talk about my daddy?" He asked, his lips leaving her neck...his hands keeping to their path. Lower thighs. Upper thighs. Inner thighs.
"Fine. Talk. But my mouth is kinda busy...so..." His whisper made her shift on the counter, her head falling back to the frame of the gilded mirror.
Maybe it wasn't his whisper as the moan she gave him definitely had something to do with the new position of his hands.
Fuck Shemar Kidd. She’d rather not to be honest. She was having way more fun getting it in with his son and she planned on keeping this
exact moment alive. She would shut up...outside of all the noises she had already started making because of him. This was going to be a fuck to
remember and she knew it because they hadn’t touched each other in too long. Almost four whole weeks without Koi touching her the way he
was now was enough to drive any woman insane...How the hell had she not lost it weeks ago? She didn’t know and it didn’t matter as his hands
slipped between her thighs and she parted them for him. You wanna talk about my daddy? Hell no. She didn’t want to talk about shit. The
time for talking was over. They’d heard too many people talk and stall and delay what the two of them were doing right now and she was over it.
“Fuck talking. I want you to eat-,” her words were cut short as his fingers slipped into her and started a stroke. Her head fell back into the
mirror behind them as her eyes closed at the sensation he was making between her thighs. Fuck. She’d missed this. Not that them being a
little too close hadn’t been really, really cute, but she hadn’t gotten to feel like this at all in almost a month. It was a wonder she hadn’t
come on the spot. But she was sure she would be soon…
His name left her lips in a bit of a whimper as he kept working her center. Her hands pulled at the front of his suit, desperate for him to be closer
to her than he was now, desperate for his fingers to go deeper. Her hips bucked a bit, pushing his fingers deeper into her eliciting yet another moan
from her. Ooh, this boy was going to have her singing tonight and she knew it. She wasn’t even just thinking about here and now. Later. She
and Koi weren’t leaving this building until morning, if not tomorrow afternoon. And they would be doing exactly this the whole time...
“Fuck, I missed you, babe.”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
I missed you, babe. Damn, he missed her too, which was crazy for more reasons than Koi really wanted to admit. The reason that stuck out? How
even though they were together more than they were apart lately, he felt like they'd been separated by months. Maybe it was because he'd missed
this. The curl of her lips when she smiled at him. The way her hips pushed her against him, his fingers sliding deeper inside of her. The
moans she made when that shit had her feeling right. This was the part that was missing from "them". The physical was apart of who they were and even
though he liked how it had been between them lately...he needed this. He needed her. He needed the sighs, the moans, and her dirty ass
whispers. He loved that shit. Their friendship was a crazy one, no doubt. But when they were like this, he couldn't see them being any other
way. They fought like siblings, smoked like besties...and fucked like lovers.
His lips rounded as Devyn moved along his fingers, her eyes still closed, legs spread for him...her anxiousness seeping into him with every stroke.
Nothing was holding them back in that bathroom and Koi was sure it was going to be that way for the rest of the night. They'd spent too much time
wanting each other. And now that they had each other? Shit was about to be fucking crazy. He could tell in the way her body was responding. There was
a damn hurricane between her thighs...and her levees weren't holding against that shit back. His fingers were covered in her and that night? He wasn't
wasting time. They didn't have to tease or talk. He was good. He didn't need a warm up...and he was positive that she didn't need one either.
"Sit up..." He whispered, using his free hand to hurriedly push her dress over her hips. Without waiting, he bent over her as he let his fingers slide
out of her, rubbing against her as she slowly rocked against his hand, her moans getting louder. He couldn't help but chuckle, licking his lips as he
watched...enjoying the view. She was dumb cute when she was caught up. He loved the little faces she made, how she bit her lip when it got really
good. How she looked at him when she finally opened her eyes...staring at him through nearly closed slits, her sexy ass tongue licking her lips. A
quiet moan slipped through his lips as he felt himself go hard at that thought alone. On the damn spot. Shit. She had him fucked up... like
no other girl EVER had. Yeah, Koi had had good sex before. He'd had motherfucking toe cramping, vein popping sex with other girls. But they still
didn't compare to Devyn. Devyn made him see Buddah, Jesus and Muhammed at the same damn time. And he didn't know why...or what made it so good. But it
was. She was. And if he thought about it too long...it might've scared the shit out of him. Might've made him do the thing he didn't need to be doing
at the moment. Think.
But he couldn't think further than feeling himself drop to his knees in his tux, his hands wrapping around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the
counter as his mouth attached to her like a fucking leech, sucking at her lips before his tongue parted them, teasing the tiny pearl between them.
She had missed him. She didn’t know why; they hadn’t been apart for more than a few hours on any given day over the last month, but she’d
missed him. She missed this. The physical. The way his hands traced her curves with a purpose a lot more naughty than they’d had in the last
month. The want she could feel in his kiss. The way his fingers had her ready to beg for a whole lot more. She needed this. It was too much a
part of who they were for them to have gone this long without sex. She hated how that sounded. Was it supposed to be like this? Was anything they did
the way it was supposed to be? Here they were “friends”, on a date, fucking in the hotel bathroom during said date. Nothing was as it should
be…
Except this. She didn’t care how it sounded. It was right. They were right. Koi was getting her right, his fingers delving in and out of
her as her hips kept time with his strokes. She barely heard him as he spoke telling her to sit up. Her eyes lulled near closing as she took in her
bottom lip. She wasn’t ready to move yet. She was feeling real good right where the hell she was. Especially as he pulled out of her, still playing
with her, teasing her, getting ready. She knew was was coing. He’d been telling her since they got here. I just wanna eat it...Yeah. She
was gonna enjoy exactly what was happening in this moment, she knew Koi would move her when the time came.
And it did, his hand pulling her to the edge of the counter after his knees met the marble of the bathroom floor. He didn’t waste any time either.
Devyn’s back arched as he sucked at her and a moan that she was sure they could hear in the ballroom escaped her. She tried to quell it, biting down
hard on her lip again as her hands came to the back of his head. Fuckkkkkk. She fucking loved this shit. And she didn’t hesitate to let him
know, yet another moan mingling with his name as her body squirmed beneath his. She was closer than she should have been in the few minutes they’d
been here. It was a quickie anyway right? The main event came later. Right now she was gonna concentrate on getting hers…
And maybe giving him his right after...
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
He was buried in Devyn, his tongue pushing so deeply into her that he'd throw a funeral for that motherfucker it if was necessary. Rest in
Peace. Shit. This was the way he liked her. Surrounding him, all around him, covering him...he was drowning in her...literally. Her hips moved in
waves on his mouth, the rhythm matching the stroke of his tongue, syncing with him. Every time he shifted the motion, changed the speed, so did
she...her body reflecting his. Every movement. Every push and pull. Always in tune with each other. They were kind of always like that though, even
when they weren't touching like they were now. And it wasn't that "finish my sentences" type stuff. No, it was deeper than that. They flowed.
Conversation, time together...everything. But it heightened when they were together like this...fucking. Words weren't even really necessary.
They were body readers, predicting the shit that no one had ever been able to. Position changes...fuck...Koi even knew when she was about to cum. He
felt the tremors in her thighs, the tightening of walls, he even knew her "about to cum" moans. The ones she was making right now...
He wanted her to cum now. He wanted to taste her. He knew how fucked up that sounded, but her taste always made him want more. Hell, he
didn't know! When he thought about it, he was starting to believe there wasn't much about Devyn's sex that he didn't crave. How he had gone without it
was still a mystery to him and as his tongue rolled over her clit, he thought about how he didn't want to miss this for that long...ever again.
Moaning softly into her, he pulled her thighs closer around his head, her hands doing the job of keeping him in place better than her thighs were. His
tongue flicked against her quickly before he took her into his mouth again, sucking stronger than he had when he started. His hands moved her thighs,
Devyn getting the message quickly as he soft rock against his face sped up...got stronger. That was exactly what he wanted. And it seemed
that it was what she wanted too, her moans getting louder...her fingernails raking through his curls. She cursed loudly, her words mingling into
another sexy ass moan.
"Dirty mouth girl..." He whispered against her, his words turning into another hard suck at her lips...his tongue diving inside of her again, twisting
insider of her as his hunger for her grew stronger.
She was so close. She knew Koi could tell, too; it was obvious with the way she was riding his face, her hips keeping time with the rhythm of
his tongue. Gotdamn, she loved this shit. Devyn was sure it felt this good because it had been so long since they’d touched one another,
but the more her body responded to his, the more their bodies just seemed to sync to one another, the clearer it became that they were always like
this. Even when they weren’t touching one another they were...natural. Everything about them just flowed. They matched and anytime they did, magic
happened...Like the kind he was making between her legs now.
Her thighs quivered as she cursed and lost all resolve. Koi kept going, his tongue still rolling on her as she came. She let herself enjoy it, her
fingers raking through his curls as he kept sucking at her, his name leaving her mouth again and again in between moans. The kid was working hard. He
wasn’t trying to let her come down, but he had to. With the girl she had been all night, Devyn might have said something about the two of them
getting back before someone realized how long they’d been gone...but, she honestly didn’t give a fuck about what she “appeared” to be at all
anymore. Not after what Koi had just given her. Besides, leaving would mean she couldn’t give back.
“Get up-,” her words were still weak, but he heard her, and he complied, allowing her to pull him up before pulling him into her, their lips
twisting together as she tasted herself on him. Fuck, everything about him was a turn on. Even with his face covered in her he was still Koi. In the
way he kissed her, in the way he smelled...And all at once she wondered how he really tasted.
“I want to return the favor,” she whispered, her lips twisting into a dangerous smirk.
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
And she was coming. Damn. Koi knew she was close. It was more than obvious in the way her hips had her grinding against his lips, her head
back against the bathroom mirror...a soft grimace on her face. He was watching her. He fucking always watched, his eyes on her...watching her
enjoy him enjoying her. And when her body started to shake, her legs locked up and trembled underneath his hold? And her teeth clenched, her body
bucked and she moaned straight from between her thighs? Shit. Mission fucking accomplished. He just didn't think he'd accomplish it so
quickly. But there he was, kneeling between her legs, his mouth covered in her, still sucking at her as her body came down from what he hoped was her
first of the night...but definitely not her last. No, not her last. He moaned quietly as he kept tasting her, his name still leaving her.
Her whines quieted and he let her collect herself while he took the opportunity to suck some of her off of his bottom lip. Goddamn
delicious.... As usual. A month without her in his system and she was still as good as the last hit he'd had of her. Fuck, she was as good as the
first. That first taste had him so hooked that it was crazy how long it took them to finish what they'd started beside his pool. He'd gone into
withdrawal, nameless girls not TOUCHING what she gave him. And now that he was getting her on the regular? There wasn't any chance of him stopping
what he'd started. She was too good...too right. Shit was too good. Good enough for him to go for a second round if she let...
Get up- What? She was done? Just like that? With a questioning look on his face, he followed directions, standing to his feet. He smiled as
Devyn's hands met the front of his suit, pulling him and and into her, her lips waiting for him...wrapping around his hungrily. And he knew she
could taste herself... How sexy was that shit? His breaths sped up as they kissed, the need in him to take this further than they really had time
for growing with every touch of their tongues. He wanted her. Shit, he wanted her. But he'd promised. He said they would wait until the night was
over. Fuck that. He couldn't wait. "Now" was screaming in his ears and he...
What did she say? Pulling out of the kiss, Koi's eyes met Devyn's, her devilish smirk making what she'd just said go on repeat in his head.
I want to return the favor. The hell did she mean? She always returned the favor. He ate it...then he fucked her. That was the exchange. But
his babe had something new in mind? Something that she'd never asked of him before. And to be honest, he was damn surprised she'd said it!
She wanted to put it in her fucking mouth... Damn, he'd oblige her.
"Really, though?" He licked his lips as he watched her, looking for any sign of humor on her face. There wasn't any. She was serious.
I want to return the favor...Was her curiosity about to get her in trouble? Not that he would deny her, never that. It was just...new. New
for them and extremely new for her as Devyn had never given anybody head before. Fuck. She probably should have said that before anything else...but
how could she really explain that to him?! She was supposed to be...she didn’t know…Experienced? She’d upheld this “bad girl, I do it
all” kind of image for so long, how was she supposed to explain that she...just...ugh! Why had she said anything at all?! More importantly, why was
this turning into a big thing to her? Fuck!
Devyn tried not to let her inner back-and-forth slow things down. She even laughed a little at the adorable little look of excitement and awe as he
realized she was serious. She pushed him back a little giving herself space to stand before she started their kiss again, trading places with him so
that he leaned against the counter. This was something she knew. It was something she was good at...something she wouldn’t disappoint with. Fuck!
She was doing it again. She didn’t want this to be a big deal! She didn’t want to think about how...oh fuck she was going to be so awkward! What
was she thinking? Why would she bring up something she so obviously wasn’t ready for?! And here?! She couldn’t concentrate.
She stopped. She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped, but she’d allowed her mind to wander completely off and she’d stopped responding to him. She
heard her name and was welcomed back to reality with Koi’s look of soft confusion. She’d ebbed their usual flow and now she had to explain.
“Babe, I’ve never um...I’ve never done this before.”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
The "Hallelujah Chorus" was streaming live...directly from Koi's dick to his ears and he couldn't deny it...he was mad geeked. He could
barely hide how giddy he was, his eyes lighting up like a kid that'd gotten his entire wish list on Christmas morning. The shit she'd just said? That
was dream material. Koi'd never been pressed about sexual shit when it came to Devyn. They got down how they got down and it was...beyond good.
Always. But he couldn't lie. The thought of seeing his babe on her knees wearing nothing but some J's and that dirty little smirk she always
wore when she was on her worst behavior was something he fantasized about more than he would ever admit. And this was fantasy turned into reality,
Devyn saying the magic words that any nigga wanted to hear when he was hemmed up in a hotel bathroom with a baddie. Bathroom head. Hell yes.
With a giggle, Devyn pushed him, making room for her to slide off of the counter, the folds of her dress returning to the floor as she stood. He
watched her, the grin returning to his face as she pulled at him again, her lips returning to his. Their kiss was slow, teasing. The act before the
real show, her tongue curling around his the way that he always imagined it twisting around the tip of his...shit he was so ready. He didn't
mind the teaser, though. He would move at her speed. and when she was ready...she'd speed it up like she always did. This was foreplay, the excitement
building between them as they kissed. His hands held her waist as she shifted their positions, the counter pressing against him. Sucking her bottom
lips between his, Koi's hands moved down her body, his palms cupping her ass roughly. He let the kinky shit that he knew was about to go down play in
his mind and...
...and for some reason, he felt like he was the only one in the moment. His lips pulled at hers, but she was...somewhere else. Distracted. Slowly, he
opened his eyes, a hand holding the side of her face, moving to her hair as he searched her face.
"Dev-" He called her name softly, his eyes looking into hers. "...you okay?" ...I've never done this before. Blinking twice, Koi couldn't
help the reaction that came out of his mouth.
He laughed. Fuck yeah, he laughed. She had jokes! Devyn had never...? Right. His bad girl? His little dirty mouth? The girl that had him thanking gods
he didn't even believe in every time she lowered that good on his dick? Nah, she was making a funny. It was cute though, he'd play her little game.
"Oh really? You funny..." He whispered, laughing again as the hand holding her face lifted her lips back to his.
Dev, you okay? She wasn’t. She wasn’t okay at all. She hated she’d said anything about this and it wasn’t even because she’d never
done it before. She knew why she was really making a mountain out of a molehill and it was more so about him than it was her. She didn’t want to
disappoint him. She could keep feeding herself the lie that they were living; that they were friends that occasionally fucked one another and
nothing more, but Devyn wasn’t afraid to admit she felt more than that. Of course, she’d never say anything like it out loud, but she liked
Koi...a lot. Hell, here she was ready and kind of excited about putting his dick in her mouth...She was about to experience a first, with the first
kid she actually felt something for and it was...laughable?
He was laughing at her. Was it really so hard to believe that she didn’t go around slurping up every nigga that asked? She’d never fucking done it
before! Devyn felt her face fall, her expression slipping from hurt to just a little pissed off. Of course Koi wasn’t paying enough attention to
notice much, his hand pulling her lips back to his. “No, stop-,” she twisted away from him, her feet taking just a step back to keep from fucking
hitting him. She had been a little nervous about this whole thing and in her mind, in the short time she’d had to imagine it now and the few times
she’d imagined it before, she never once, not one time, expected Koi to laugh after hearing she was in new territory.
“I’m not joking, Koi. I’ve never fucking done it and right now I’m kinda feeling like it might stay that way-,” she cut her eyes at him, her
arms folding over her chest as she pouted. How had things taken this much of a turn this fast? Wasn’t she just coming on his face like two minutes
ago?
“What about this is funny to you?”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
She wanted to play. Okay...they could do that! Koi always liked a little freak in his babe and she never disappointed. She wanted to roleplay
tonight? She'd already been on her best behavior with him, trying to make a good impression with his mother. And he wasn't really feeling it then. But
now? She wanted to be his inexperienced good girl and she needed him to show her the ropes? Now he didn't mind the personality switch that much! Shit
was kind of sexy, actually. And if she was continuing playing the part to get him turned on...it was kind of working. He couldn't help imagining how
it would play out. Him, telling her how and when and her taking it all in...and he wasn't just talking about his "instructions". And then, right when
it started feeling good? She'd turn him out. He didn't mind! He'd beg her for it. Fuck, if she wanted him to, he'd call her mommy while she had
his...wait...was she frowning?
Confusion fell on Koi's face as Devyn pushed him away, her mouth saying something completely different from what they'd just been doing. What did he
do? He reached for her wrist, trying to pull her back to him, but she moved farther away from him than she'd been the entire night. And considering
the fact that she'd been avoiding his hands for fear of his Moms' eyes the entire night? She was pretty fucking distant. And the look on her face? It
was damn reminiscent of the first time they'd met...after she'd gotten done kicking him dead in his joint.
"What?" He asked, his hands out in front of him in exasperation...and in defense just in case she decided to do what her face said she wanted to do.
The hell had just changed? They'd been fine two seconds ago and then this? Koi couldn't drop the confusion on his face as he watched her, listening to
her words as she explained herself and...
THE FUCK? Was she serious right now? Koi couldn't stop the look of surprise from hitting his face...well, until it turned into an apologetic
grimace, the reason behind her anger completely evident. She'd never done it before. She'd been serious?! Wow. He could barely wrap his mind
around what she was telling him. Well! He kind of could. He didn't think Devyn was some big ass freak that would swallow a dick faster than she'd
learn a nigga's name. But...she was his bad girl. He just...assumed. And it'd made an ass out of him and that ass had shitted up the situation as she
didn't look like she even wanted to LOOK at him, much less put his piece in her mouth. He didn't give a fuck about getting his dick sucked. He cared
about...her. Fixing what he'd fucked up. The night had been perfect. He didn't want to ruin it. Not like this.
"Nothing's funny!" He exclaimed, holding his hands higher in front of him, a smile gradually forming on his face. He knew she probably would've laid
hands if he went near her, but he stepped closer anyway.
"I just...you've always been my bad girl! I just...I'm just surprised! That's all. I thought you were playing, Devyn. I'm sorry..." He reached a hand
towards her, hoping she wouldn't break it.
Oh, now he was confused? Had he pulled his head out of his ass long enough to notice that she was unamused in this whole situation? That she wasn’t
playing at some “cute, innocent” image to feed his kink. She was anything but “cute and innocent” by the way! She knew it’d been a while
since they’d been together, but she was still the same girl that let a couple cute pictures in a movie theatre photobooth turn into a pretty fucking
x-rated photoshoot. Just because she had yet to put somebody’s dick in her mouth didn’t mean she was virgin! UGH! He ruining this! The night had
been almost perfect and now they were going to fight about something so...ugh.
And he really wasn’t making things any better, his explanation for his insensitivity starting with that stupid, amused smirk on his face. He was
saying nothing was funny but he was obviously amused by something and for some reason, that shit hurt. She hated when she let herself get in her
feelings with Koi. She knew he didn’t do feelings and even though he really did try when he had to (like he was doing now), she sometimes wondered
when she would be too much and he would give up on this...she wasn’t ready to lose whatever it was they had...Maybe she was over-reacting? Was she
over-reacting?
Devyn wasn’t sure, but he kept talking and it didn’t make her feel any differently. You’ve always been my bad girl… Well she wasn’t
now and she’d done what she knew she would before she’d even gotten to her knees. She disappointed him. Dev sighed at the thought, her eyes
falling to the floor, his apology acting as background noise to her own disappointment. She looked back up as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out
to her. She swatted at it and took yet another step away from him.
“No! Don’t. Just…” she sighed again, her fingers pushing at her temple as a headache began to form. “I shouldn’t have said anything. This
is so fucking stupid and really fucking frustrating!” She was really finished with this whole bathroom scene and part of her was debating
leaving this gala thing behind her all together. She didn’t want to come in the first place, but she had and somehow she’d ended up fucking up
with Koi instead of his mother.
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Here we fucking go again... Koi couldn't help the irritated grimace on his face as Devyn swatted his hand away from her. This...again? The
fighting at the worst times was getting to be real goddamned old. Tonight had been...special. Seeing her in a crazy, stunning dress, bringing her to
his mother's gala, introducing her to his moms and seeing a pleased smile on his mother's face when she looked at Devyn. All of it had been perfect.
It had been right. And now they were about to have words because of something stupid he'd said? Damn. Couldn't they just...not? Yeah, okay. Maybe he'd
been stupid as fuck to assume what he had. Devyn hadn't done anything to make him think that she went around sticking random dudes' joints in her
mouth. But did they really have to go toe to toe about it? It really wasn't that serious and Koi wasn't going to make it out to be, even if he
couldn't stop from rolling his eyes at her.
"Bae. Why are you at fifty right now?" Shit. And that probably wasn't the best thing to say either. Without letting her speak, he kept talking before
he gave her what she wanted...a moment to start the argument that was definitely brewing between them.
"Listen." He sighed heavily before he spoke again, moving closer to where she'd backed away from him. "I know that what I said pissed you off. But you
know I didn't mean it that way. I know you're not like that. Just...sometimes...I feel like this clumsy ass kid with you. Like I'm learning and you're
teaching...and..." What he was saying probably wasn't making anything better either. But it was true. She made him feel like the first time. Every
time. Anxious and unsure...and at the same time, wanting to touch everything at once. She felt like his first girl. His first fuck. Like
every stroke inside of her was something new. Every touch from her hand made electricity under his skin. Everything her lips touched felt like fucking
fire. It wasn't that he thought she was a freak. He thought she was...perfect. And not knowing how to do something didn't make her any less perfect to
him.
"...I don't care if you've never been with another nigga that way..." He finally said, his voice quiet as he tried to look in her eyes.
"Devyn. Look at me." Walking closer, he braced himself as his fingers reached out and caressed her cheek, curling around to hold her chin. He lifted
it, meeting her eyes.
"We don't have to do anything tonight. Fuckin' is the last thing on my mind right now. Scout's-fucking-honor." He grinned at her softly, his fingers
moved to her lips, touching the satin that had nothing to do with her smeared lipstick.
"We can just kick it. If that's what you want...we'll do it. But I don't want you go. Don't go."
He was irritated. So was she. The best thing either of them could do about this was go back to their corners before this fight even started. They’d
gone too long without something going wrong and it was about time for a fight or an embarrassment...or both apparently...at least no one had caught
them mid-fuck as per usual. She could leave his mother’s gala, pride intact and having made a good impression...on the Kidd she wasn’t sleeping
with. Koi on the other hand; well as she could plainly see, he would be left irritated. But whose fault was that really?
Again Devyn questioned whether or not she was letting her feelings of inadequacy get her a little more hype than she should be about this whole thing.
Especially as Koi asked her why she was “at 50” right now. Ugh? Was that supposed to be calming? She had too much shit rolling around in her head
for any of his smartass comments right now. Her eyes narrowed as she licked her lips a bit. She was biting back words. Mostly because she wasn’t
sure what she could say to answer his question and partly because he was still talking...looking at her the way he did when he was
gonna…shit.
She had to figure out what the hell that was. Everytime they fought and he was over it he would give her this look that said so much more than his
words did. It was exactly how things were going now as he tried stumbling through an explanation that might have been annoying if it weren’t for
that look. It was the look that told her he cared. That he was trying but he was out of shit to say to make things okay again, but he wanted
things to be okay again...It was the look she could feel even when she was trying to look everywhere but into his eyes. That’s how she always found
herself caught. Koi was giving her that look that demanded her forgiveness and it was damn undeniable.
She allowed his hand to tilt her head up, finally looking at him head on. And fuckkkkkk if she could barely remember what they were even
fighting about. We don’t have to do anything tonight… She smiled as he did, his fingers tracing her lips as they both probably thought
about what an awful liar he was. But if she was being honest, fucking wasn’t the last thing on her mind either. Devyn rose on her toes, her lips
meeting his as they made up. Why was it always so easy for him? She drew back, a simple question on her lips...
“So you trying to teach me something or what?”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
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