Davonyé
I hug up Carisse but watch Ariella standing by the pool. What the fuck is with her? She stares holes in me every day, but when she's finally right in front of me with the chance to say something, she can’t get her cute ass away from me quick enough.
“It's freezing,” Carisse mumbles through a mouthful of smoke. She passes me the blunt and then buries herself against my chest.
I rub her back. “I'm almost done this and then we'll go back inside,” I tell her thoughtlessly.
I pull the blunt and watch Harmony talking to Ariella. I've kinda been gettin’ info from Harmony about her cousin for a few weeks now. Discreetly. I noticed Ariella as soon as classes started, but any man with workin’ eyes would. She's got a real different look about her that interests the fuck outta me, with her long curly hair, and them thighs lookin’ like they could do a nigga's waist some damage. Nuff of my boys wanna hit it, but she makes herself so damn unapproachable that they ain't had the chance to get in there. And I'm fucking glad. I'm a loyal guy, and I love Carisse, but Ariella makes me feel reckless as fuck with my thoughts, and if I got half a chance to fuck with her, I'd take it without even thinkin’ twice about my girl.
The fuck is wrong with me?
I kiss the top of Carisse’s hair as she hugs me tighter. I don't even know why the fuck I did that. It's not like it's changed my mind any about Ariella. I've been with Carisse for almost two years and wanted her for even longer than that. She's the reason I'm even in this city. I would've gone to the University of Toronto, but I followed her here instead.
Ariella, though… That dress she's wearing is so damn tight, I can see the print of her G-string at the top of her fluffy ass. I don't get how she's naturally that curvy. Her waist is tiny, but her ass and thighs are seriously thick. I wonder if she's fuckin’ anyone on the regular, cuz if she is, they're a lucky motherfucker.
She turns around and walks inside the house with Harmony. She don't look at me and it pisses me off. I need a minute to talk to her, find out why she's so fucking closed off. I mean, that girl don't talk to nobody except her cousin.
I flick the end of the blunt and then go inside with Carisse. We stand in the kitchen while Harmony makes Ariella a drink. She licks her lips before taking a sip and I feel that shit through my dick.
Her eyes catch mine again when she lowers her cup, and I swear I see her blush before she turns around to speak to Harmony.
“Come on, let's dance. I love this song,” Carr says, pulling me towards the music.
I rip my eyes away from Ariella to go dance with my girl.
My girl, nigga. You actin’ like a horny teenager right now, bro.
I try concentrating on Carisse while we dance to Cardi B’s Careful, but I can't stop thinking about Ariella and ways to get her alone so I can see what’s up with her. Carr grinds her ass against my dick, but for the first time ever, I ain’t feelin’ it.
I’m in some serious shit.
We dance for a bit until Carr disappears to use the bathroom. I stand with my boys in the corner of the room, but my eyes quickly find Ariella and her cousin standing by the wall at the other side of the room. She looks more relaxed now, holding a wrap while Harmony puts the weed in it. She's laughing about something and I feel a way about it. I don't think I've ever seen her smile before, let alone laugh, but it makes her look even more sexy than she already is. Her lips are full and even her teeth are pretty. Her beauty is mostly in her eyes though, and the way they suck you in.
“Bro, what the fuck, you coming to smoke or what?” Kairon says, nudging my arm.
“Yeah, man,” I snap. I hear Demus say Ariella’s name, so I turn my head to listen to what they’re sayin’.
“She must be lookin’ for something dressed like that, bro,” Demus says to Niro. “I don't think she's here wit’ anyone.”
Niro rubs his palms together and then straightens down his black shirt. “I'ma try hit that,” he says determined, and for some reason, it makes me mad jealous.
Carr comes back with a group of friends and tells me she's headin’ out to smoke, but I catch Ariella disappearing up the stairs and make my excuses to catch them up after I take a piss.
Once they're outside, I make my way up the stairs and wait in the hallway for Ariella to reappear. I know she came up here, but she ain't in the bathroom. It's quiet up here; I guess no one’s drunk enough to try fuck yet.
The door beside me opens and I turn my head to see Ariella coming out a bedroom. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doin’, but I step in front of her and push her back inside before closing the door behind me.
She stands a few steps away from me and just stares me down. I don't say shit either, but my heart is fuckin’ poundin’ now that I'm in here with her alone. I look at her, really look at her, and I see what a natural beauty she is. She’s a shorty, but those white heels make her legs look longer. I follow them up until they disappear under her dress, then up more, taking in the swell of her breasts until my eyes finally find hers. I can hear her breathing over the drowned-out music and realise that her heart must be beating crazy like mine.
She opens her mouth to say somethin’ but quickly closes it again. I think about leaving; I should get the fuck outta here, but something about this girl is pulling me the fuck in, and now that were alone, I gotta do somethin’.
She sweeps her tongue over her juicy lips and that seals our fate. I close the space between us without even thinkin’ about the consequences. I only got one thing on my mind now, and that’s how those lips are gonna feel against mine. I wanna put my hands on her in the worst way possible, especially now that I can smell her sweet perfume. The scent of her turns me the fuck on and my dick gets hard as I start thinkin’ all kindsa shit about tasting her everywhere.
She looks up at me as I stroke my fingers against her neck, and then her breath catches.
She wants me.
And I badly want her.
I've wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against me without saying a single word to her. She’s holding me back tight, too, and I can feel her warm body trembling against mine.
Why the fuck does she feel so good in my arms?
I slowly lower my face to hers, silently seeking her permission or waiting for her to tell me no, but she don't, so I find her lips with mine and feel the realist shit I’ve ever felt in my life.
Fuck.
She sighs right before she gasps, and even though I'm fucked-up with how good this feels, my mind manages to remind me to slip my tongue inside her hot, wet mouth.
She got me fucked up already. Is this what people talk about when they say sparks fly and shit? Cuz I swear, as corny as this shit is about to sound, something is definitely happening between us right now.
I run my hands under her jacket and trace all the curves on her body that my palms can find. I hear the softest of moans as she presses her body against mine, so I kiss her deeper and she gasps again.
She definitely wants this just as badly as I do.
She releases a long, tormented moan against my mouth, and after I groan like a fucking animal, all hell breaks loose. She fists the back of my jacket and deepens the kiss. She ain't holding back now, and neither do I. I taste the alcohol and weed on her tongue as we devour the fuck outta each other. She keeps slipping out moans and they make my dick throb so damn hard, all I wanna do is push her down on the bed beside us so I can bury myself deep inside her to make her moan my name.
I suddenly remember where the fuck I am, and common sense returns to my head.
I need to stop.
My girl is downstairs and I'm up here doin’ this shit.
I back up from her and she blinks hard before touching her lips with the tips of her fingers. She looks scared now, and it makes me feel bad. What do I say? What can I say?
The hell am I sayin’ sorry.
Cuz I ain't.
Leave, nigga...
I turn and leave her in the room. I hold the door closed and rest my head against it, using all my willpower not to go back in there to do somethin’ even worse than what I just did.
Why is it so hard to walk away from her?
I force myself back downstairs to find the others, but the whole way there, I'm thinking about Ariella being alone in that bedroom and how much I wanna be up there with her.
I need to stay away from that girl.
What I just did, ain't right.
But I ain't gonna be able to stop thinkin’ about her now. Shit, I can still taste her in my mouth. I know I need to forget that shit. It was only a kiss…
So why did it feel like so much more than that?
It was so damn different to any kiss I've ever fuckin’ experienced.
I find Carr and the boys by the pool. No one even questions why I took so long. But as I hold Carisse close to me, I'm already thinking about how I can get Ariella alone again.
