Best Bitches

VII: Settling

Chresanto

I was halfway to my house on the way home from work, when I spotted her. Damn, I could spot that girl almost as easily as I could spot Jamie. I made my way over hungrily eyeing my girl Shawnee, and damn she looked good. I licked my lips admiring the way her tight black dress hugged her body in all the right places. And in this moonlight, her dark chocolate skin practically glowed. She had her hair tied back to show off her 24 karat gold hoops. Damn, that girl knew how to dress.

"Hey Shawnee," I called, shooting her one of my award winning smiles. "It's been awhile?"

"Oh hey, Chres," She smiled, hugging me.

God, this is just what I needed. I ran my hands down her body, already making my way to her ass. Slowly, I began kissing her neck just the way she liked it. She let out a small moan, and I grinned with satisfaction. "So..." I whispered between kisses. "My car is around the corner..." I trailed off, letting the offer sink in.

My hands reached for her zipper, but she pushed me off. "Woah," she breathed, her eyes widening in shock. "I've got a girl."

I laughed but frowned when I realized she was serious. For as long as I have known Shawnee she has never been the type of chick to settle down. She was always cool like that. "What? Who?" I asked, still shocked that Shawnee was actually serious.

"It don't matter Chres," She replied defensively. She crossed her arms across her chest. "Plus, I word on the street is you gotta girl too."

My eyes widened in shock. For as long as I have known Shawnee, she has never cared whether I had a girl or not. And I never cared, whether she did either. It was like an unspoken rule. We never talked about that. It was strictly off limits. And for her to bring up shit like that.

I shook my head. "Man, whatever."

I didn't have to take this shit, so I left. I stormed back over to my apartment, already pulling out my phone. Where the fuck is Eve? I angrily dialed her number. I needed to blow off some steam.

Eve

My legs were tightly wrapped around Chresanto's waist. His right hand was pinning my arms above my head, and his left was tightly gripping my waist. My breath was coming out in quick gasps, and I screamed in pleasure as he angled his thrusts upwards to hit my G-spot.

"You like this, baby," he whispered. His lips caressed my neck, sending chills up and down my body.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, his fingers were already moving to play with my hardened nipples. His thumb rolled over the sensitive area, and I let out a low moan.

"Chres," I moaned. My hips were matching his thrusts, and I could feel his lips leaving kisses along my collarbone. "Chres. Bae. Go. Faster."

Grinning, he moved his hips faster, placing my legs over his shoulders. I tossed my head back, waves of pleasure rolling over my body. Each thrust managed to go deeper, bringing me closer to my peak. As he looked at me, his eyes filled with lust, I could feel my orgasm building.

As if he could tell I was about to cum, he moved his hips slower focusing on stroking my G-spot. Each stroke caused my body to shake, and my eyes fluttered closed as I arched my back.

"C'mon, baby," he whispered, huskily. "Cum for me."

Immediately, I came. I could feel my body relax as I orgasmed, his strong hands massaging my legs. As I slowly came off of my high, Chres rolled over, already dropping the condom in the wastebasket. I eyed his movements, my whole body still on a high from his touch.

In a moment of boldness, I decided to leave my body exposed, laying down on his sheets. His eyes wandered over my curves before he went to check his phone. Sighing, he began scrolling. I watched him, in awe at how handsome he looked with the glow of the phone lighting up his face. Slowly, a smile spread across his features.

Sitting up, I looked over at him. "What got you so happy?" I teased.

He jumped as though he forgot I was there, his expression momentarily hardening. "Nothing," he grunted, returning his gaze to his phone.

"Oh."

My eyes ghosted down to my lap, and I pulled the covers around my body suddenly feeling self-conscious again. I could hear him mumbling quietly to himself, but I wasn't listening. I was still caught up on the way he just smiled. When he smiled, it was something real. It wasn't those fake smiles he gives me at dinners. It was one of those real smiles that I only got to see when he really opened up. It was one of those smiles I got when we were at the park the night he asked me to be his girl.

I looked off to the side, tears welling up in my eyes. Everyone thought I was stupid to love Chresanto. They thought I couldn't see that he had side hoes, and they sure as hell thought I couldn't see the way he looked at Jamie.

I wasn't stupid. I knew.

"C'mon, baby girl," he whispered. He wrapped his arms around me, his lips connecting with my cheek. When I kept quiet, he smiled. "I got you something special."

Curious, I turned my head to look at him. "What is it?" I probed. My heart pounded loudly as he leaned over to snatch his jeans from their spot on the floor.

"I got you this," my eyes widened as he held up a diamond necklace. It had a simple gold chain with a heart the size of a quarter hanging off it covered in diamonds. "Do you like it?"

Not waiting for my response, he fastened it around my neck. "Now, you got something to show off to your girls," he teased. He brought his lips to mine for a brief kiss.

"I love it," I whispered, truthfully. I smiled at him. "But why'd you get me it?"

Laughing, he shrugged. "I got to keep my girl in the finest shit. Plus, it was in case you needed a reminder about my feelings for you."