Blackjack

Chapter One: Royal Flush

He gripped me tightly as if it was his body's way of telling me not to go.

"Baby, you have to let go, I'm going to be late" I pleaded.

This had become a usual routine since I had got my saturday job. Since Tyrese and I had started at different Colleges in September, we decided we would just spend time together on the weekends. However this was becoming increasingly difficult. When he's free, I'm usually getting ready to go to work, or at work already, and when I'm free, he's busy doing exam revision. I respect that though. You see, after my long list of unfaithful, lying, good-for-nothing, immature, arrogant ex's, being in a relationship with Tyrese is a breathe of freash air. Obviously we have our ups and downs, as most relationships do, but he makes me feel something I've never felt before. I'll admit, he's not my first love, that title unfortunately is claimed by one of the arrogant, pig-headed, jerks that came before, but I think of it as, I had to kiss a LOT of frogs before I eventually found my prince. Tyrese isn't like the others. I mean he has his flaws, like everybody else, but he makes them sexy.

He's 6ft 6 with Hazel eyes, which contrasts his dark chocolate skin. He has full pouted lips, which are soft to kiss and send shivers down your spine. Tyrese is the kinda guy that takes pride in his body, which explains his ripped abs and V lines that lead down to his large downstairs area, but I won't go into any more detail than that, if you know what I mean. (Wink, wink). Even though other girls think Tyrese is sexy and practically throw themselves at him, it doesn't bother me, because he makes me feel like I'm the only girl in the world. Kinda like how Rhianna describes in her song, not to sound too cheesey. Most of all, I love the fact that I don't have to worry about him hurting me, like with the others, and even if he did somewhere down the line, I wouldn't care as much, because at least this time I've found the right guy to hurt over. We have the type of relationship where I have his back, and he's got mine, and as long as we looking out for each other, ain't nothing else matters.

"Baby, come on now, let go" I giggled, "if you don't let go now, I won't have enough time to get ready".

"Alright, Alright!" He stared at me, his grip was still tight, and a smirk slowly creeped across his face. "But you know, I don't get to see you until next week, and that's a long way away".

"Ohh I see, well then maybe I should leave you with something to remember me by?" I replied in a flirtatious tone.

He let out a chuckle as I slowly climbed on top of him and left a trail of slow kisses down his neck. I then nibbled at his ears as one of my hands ran along his defined abs and down his boxer shorts. He let out a subtle moan as my hands reached it's destination.

"Do you like that baby?" I whispered into his ear as he moaned.

His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth slightly parted to let the moans escape. As I whispered into his ear he bit down on his bottom lip and a smile spread across his face.

"You think your the boss don't you?" He pulled my hand up from out of his boxers, "Let me show you how it's done".

He rolled me over so we had traded places, I was on the bottom, with him pinning me down. I could feel his heart beating faster, which made my heart beat faster too. He moved between my legs, and I could feel his member hard and throbbing against me. He leaned in and kissed me, biting my bottom lip as he did, which let the moans that I was holding back escape from my throat. Whilst he kissed me, I could feel him moving forwards and back, to let his hardness rub against me, making me wet. My body wanted him so badly. He kissed down my neck, stopping at my boobs.

"Do you want me" He whispered

I went to say yes, but only breathe escaped my pursed lips.

"Do you want me" He repeated. This time, his hands swooped down under my bum and clasped my buttcheeks, pulling me up against his pulsating groin.

"Yess" I replied, moaning as I did.

He chuckled and let go of me. He then leaned in and kissed me on the forehead.

"Okay, well then I'm sure we'll have a very good time next weekend" he replied as he got up from between my legs and proceeded towards the bathroom.

"ermm, WHAT!?"

He poked his head from around the bathroom door.

"What do you mean 'what' ?" He mocked.

"How can you do that to me Tye, I'm all turned on, and frustrated! Urgh, I can't go to work like this OR wait until next week!" I huffed and grabbed a pillow to put over my face in anger. "The least you owe me is a quickie"

"I couldn't hear that last bit, you were mumbling into the pillow. Besides, your going to be late, and even for a quickie, 10 minutes isn't long enough for what I have planned for you." He replied in a arrogant tone, and winked at me.

"FINEE" I shouted at him as I removed the pillow, "But, psstt, you owe me wonders next week, your not allowed to stop until my legs are shaking and I can't speak!"

"Baby, I had you for like 10 minutes there and you already couldn't speak, and I always have your legs shaking, so don't worry, next week will be worth the wait." He shouted back. This time I could hear the water running, so I could tell he was getting ready to jump in the shower.

Usually, I would just jump in the shower with him, but I didn't trust myself. I was still turned on, and the sight of his muscley wet body, with water running off it, and the steamed up bathroom would drive me crazy. I rolled over onto my stomache and grabbed the alarm clock.

"FUCK!" I screamed!

It was already 8:56, and I start work at 9. By now, I should have been on the bus coming up to work.

For Tyrese's 18th birthday, his parents built an extension of their house, which became his appartment. It was a really nice studio appartment, with lots of space between it and the main house so his parents couldn't hear us. We agreed, that I would stay over his on the weekends when we spent time together, because my workplace was around the corner. I had got a part-time job as a waitress in a bar. I wanted to work behind the actual bar, but you have to be 18 to work with alcohol, and I was still only 17. Such a meaningless age, thank god I'm turning 18 in three days.