I completed the usual 10 minute drive to Klay's house in record timing. I didn't even realise how fast I was driving. I arrived at his house and rolled down my window to enter the gate code. Klay's security system already informed him that I was on his property so there was no turning back now. I grabbed my purse and the bottle of Hennessy and swiftly made my way to the front door. Just as I was about to knock, Klay swung the door open with a concerned look on his face. I took a second to admire the sight in front of me. His curls were slightly messy, he was shirtless with his basketball shorts sitting low on his waist.
"Alani? What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I can't drop by to see a friend?" I playfully smirked while raising an eyebrow.
Klay grinned in response. "At 11pm?"
"Alright, fine. You got me." I held the bottle of Hennessy up. "It's not a coincidence that I'm here. Are you gonna let me in or not?"
Klay reluctantly stepped aside and I entered his dimly lit home. It hasn't changed much since the last time I was here. I walked into the living room and placed my bag and the bottle on the coffee table.
I smirked to myself when I finally heard Klay's footsteps approach me from behind.
"After how we ended things, I wasn't exactly expecting you to pop up at my house like this."
"Oh, that's not all that will pop up tonight." Klay held a puzzled expression on his face when I jumped into his arms. His hands dug into my thighs as they locked around his waist.
"Not that I'm complaining, but are you gonna tell me what's going on?" He eyed me suspiciously.
"Klay, remember how you were there for me when I was going through a hard time a few years back?" I held eye contact with him while gently stroking the side of his bearded face.
"Mmm."
"I need you again." I said bluntly.
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Klay chuckled dryly. He probably thinks I'm playing or something.
"Look, I know you're going through a lot but I don't want to take advantage of you." I felt his hands slip from my thighs before he placed me back on the ground.
"You're always so sweet and considerate, Klay." My hands inched closer to him and I palmed his dick through his Anta sweats. "But I need you treat me like a playoff series, except you're down 3-2." The sharp intake of breath from him let me know I had him right where I wanted him. I gently pushed him down onto the couch behind him.
"Well in that case, prepare to be dominated." Klay smirked in return.
With that, I quickly stripped myself of all my clothing, leaving me in just my underwear. I slowly crawled up his long legs and straddled him.
