Chapter 4: White Tee Brooklyn, New York January 16th, 12:01 am
I bet you wanna come with me I bet you wanna cum on me, oh
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Rule #1: Don't speak.
Neither of them said a word to one another, not needing to speak because the energy that lingered through the air said enough. Neither were drunk, but clear tipsiness was obvious in both their body language. Since they found themselves venturing off from their separate parties to leave with one another, there was nothing but a common tension shared in between the walls of his car. That feeling only increasing between the both of them once the Marriot hotel suite building came into view, but he would be lying if he said they would even make it up there.
Rule #2: Don't be too intimate.
There was no need for any kissing to happen, any touching that wasn't that of groping the skin of one another. Her petite body was pulled directly onto his lap, her hand reaching down to recline his seat for him while their hands explored each other's bodies. Foreplay wasn't necessary, Jahzara not one to engage in that, and Chris not one to give that much of himself to anyone he didn't deem special to him. All this was was to get a temporary relief with an individual he refused to allow to slip away without having a piece of first.
Rule #3: Always use protection.
He watched her closely, stared deep into her eyes with the last bit of a barrier between them slowly becoming undone. She could feel his bulge directly under her, the feeling of him suffocating under the denim material that covered the lower half of his body. Maleah would be lying had she said she didn't feel a tad bit intimidated under his hardened glare because she did, the energy radiating off of him being something she was far from used to. And it was clear he had the means to back that up once she finally did away with the only thing keeping him from her. His hardened member springing to life, bouncing off of his lower stomach once she pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to have him in her direct view.
"Hurry up." He rushed her, loving the view of her shocked expression glued to him, but they didn't have time to be wasting. Being snapped out of her gaze, Maleah hesitantly looked up at him, the small furrow of his eyebrows making her roll her eyes in annoyance.
"Don't fucking rush me." She mumbled, her hands finally tearing away at the condom. She was trembling slightly, her shaky hands being something new considering she had never felt any bits of intimidation when it came to her nightly partners. She didn't think she was nervous, though the longer she eyed him, matched with the dominance he displayed, she wasn't sure how the rest of her night would go. Her mind telling her to just stop here, yet the puddle forming underneath her cotton clad center said otherwise.
She slowly brought her eyes up to face him again, her hands finally raising up to rest against his shoulders gently with their eyes locked on one another. Neither of them said a word, waiting for the other to make the first move...but it never happened. Shaking his head, Chris grasped her waist to push her back a little bit before fixing his pants back, causing her to look at him in pure confusion.
