Confessions of a Material Gurl・❥・

☆ TWENTY-SIX ☆

Saturday morning ・❥・
3:48am

After hours of drinking and partying, Blanche decided it was time to go home. She'd had more than enough of watching Grey with another woman and was more than ready to leave.
       Blanche was laid out in the backseat, feeling all the effects from the alcohol as Juice pulled up to Power residence. She decided to take a ride from them as they were heading out of the club. "I'll see y'all niggas later." Power said getting out of the car and closing the door. Juice watched him walked into the building before glancing at Blanche,  in the rearview mirror laying down in the backseat.
"Come up front, B." He commanded as a moment passes and Blanche smacked her lips, groaning, staring back at him through the rearview mirror. Frankly she was drunk and too comfortable in the backseat to want to move.
"Come here." Juice pressed again, with pleading eyes.
"Ughh." She fussed before climbing over the middle console as Juice grabs her by the waist, pulling her into his lap.
"What are you doing?" Blanche questioned, feeling her heart race accelerate. Juice and her hadn't been intimate in a long time and there was a very good reason for that. Since then she'd made a vow to herself to keep their relationship strictly platonic and so far they were doing good. Now? Blanche wasn't to sure how much longer she'd be able to keep that vow.
"Shh." He whispered, rubbing his hand up her thigh, making it difficult for Blanche not to give into temptation. She knew she shouldn't. Their wants didn't align and it didn't make sense for Blanche to drag him along knowing she couldn't commit. Yes, one day she wanted to family and a white picket fence. But she was too busy being selfish with her time and herself right now to be concerned with anything other than that. However, Blanche couldn't lie and say she wasn't horny as hell. It was just something about Juice that instantly did it for her. He was her first for a reason.
"Juice...wait."
"I'm not doing anything." He lowly said, sliding his hands further up her thigh. Blanche grabs his wrist, stopping him. "I'm not fucking you."
"I don't need to fuck you to make you cum, B." He arrogantly replied, making her roll her eyes at his cockiness.
"Well aren't you mighty of sure yourself?" Blanche sarcastically replied and Juice smacked his lips matter of factly.
"Stop lying." He told her, letting one hand lightly trace over her already harden nipple, while easing his other hand back between her soft thighs. Feeling her wetness through her thong, Juice moved it to the side, sliding his finger through her creamy slit. Blanche bites her bottom lip, fighting back a moan, but unable to stop her hips from matching his rhythm. He grips her chin with his free hand, before ferociously tonguing her down, adding pressure on her clit and sliding a finger into her honey pot. Unable to stop herself, she let's out a loud moan, hungrily kissing him back. Juice was like a piece of forbidden fruit that Blanche couldn't get enough of. Just once taste was never enough. It was the same endless cycle with them.
"Cum for me, love." He feverishly directed into her ear, trailing his tongue down her neck, feeling her warm walls viscously contract.
"Oh my God!" Blanche yelled out instantly cumming, as a wave off euphoria washes over her and she collapses against his chest.
"What was all that shit you was talkin'?" He teased, bitting her shoulder.
"You got lucky." She replied, pushing him off and climbing into the passenger seat.
"Luck ain't got shit to do with it, B." Juice said, winking at her, as she fixes her clothes before he puts the car in drive and pulling off.