DESTINY
We received hella compliments as we left the restaurant and down the elevator. We smiled and thanked everyone, with me not saying much because I'm not use to this kind of attention, only the sexual ones I get on the street. However, I could feel the tension in Tyree's hand as we eventually walked to the car that the valet man had pulled up for us. Did I make a mistake? Did I say something wrong? Am I moving too fast? Did I set him off? Like I don't know what to think, only the worst and this is why I stay to myself because I'm more of myself when...I'm comfortable, turned on or feeling a nigga. He helped me in the passenger seat and closed the door. I put my hands in my face and shook my head. "What did you do?" I murmured lowly to myself before he opened the door to get in.
I never thought that I'll be in this position throughout my college experience. I haven't yet admitted it before, but my feelings for Tyree wasn't new. They'd been growing more day by day since the first day we've met. So, hypothetically speaking, if we were to take it to the next level, I'll feel a bit comfortable.
"Hm, play yo music." He said passing me his phone. I didn't even know what to play. I guess we'll get into some Brent Faiyaz and I played 'Lovely'. We vibed to a couple songs until we pulled up to his house, parking in his driveway. Why we at his house g?
It was nice house located In a decent neighborhood though. We really didn't give any conversation to each other on our way here but also, I didn't want to initiate anything that'll alter his thoughts on me. He got out and walked around the car to open mine. He helped me out door and closed it behind me. He held onto my hand as we approached his front door. As he unlocked it, he shifted his hips side to side as if he was adjusting his pants.
As soon as we got in, he shut the door behind me and threw his keys on the floor as well as took his gun out his pants sitting it on the table next to the door. He pushed me against the door and smached his lips against mine. He began sucking on my bottom lip all while unbuttoning and taking off his jacket he'd worn. Goddamn, I'm just holding on for dear life at this point. His lips against mine, our tongues effortlessly yet faultlessly intertwining together, his hands going all over my body down to gripping my ass roughly in both his hands, him sucking on my bottom lip sent me off. I began to unzip the back of my dress but then he stopped me.
"Uhn uhn.." Tyree said pulling away and looking at me like he wanted to eat my ass up. Do yo deed baby, I'm ready for whatever.. or am I?
"Come here." He said with a head nod to follow him, guiding me up the stairs to his room while he held my hand. We got there and I walked in first and he closed the door behind me. I then felt him kiss on my neck and my knees buckled, almost giving out from the unfamiliar sensation. Oouu shit come on baby, all this teasing is not fun, not fun at all. He then placed his hands on my zipper and pulled it down the back of my body. Fuck! The nerves kicking back in, liquor wearing off. I began to tremble a lil bit under his touch. Finally, my dress was fully off and I was exposed, topless with black lace panties, heels still on. I began to try to kick them off but he stopped me from doing so.
"Uhn uhn, keep that shit on baby." He directed giving my ass a light slap. I moaned at the contact, and looked back at him where he was slowly observing my body.
"Goddamn girl." Tyree said taking a step back viewing me up and down slowly but sexually. He was so turned on right now I could see his dick poking through the trousers he'd worn. From the looks of it, it's huge. I'm getting nervous as fuck, how big are you really?
"Get yo ass on the bed." Tyree directed pointing to his king size bed. I hopped on the bed scooting back to the headboard and waited to do whatever he said next. He shook his head in disbelief and began undressing himself. He had his gun in hand that he picked back up on the way up to the room, sitting it on the nightstand, leaving himself in his under shirt and drawls, looking nowhere else but in my direction. He reminded me of a lion on the hunt for its prey, direct and dedicated eye contact.
