Solid ||Bryson Tiller||

Twelve

Jacquees's POV

Dropping Anna off to get her car, me and Janiya entered my home. My head was everywhere. I was worrying about my boy and his well-being. I went in the kitchen and opened the top cabinet, grabbing a bottle of mango Ciroc. I grabbed a wine glass and poured me a full glass. I needed to clear my head. I took it to the head, pouring me another glass. Janiya went to her new room as soon as we stepped into the house and I thought about how she was about to yap to the FBI. The buzz kicked in and I put the wine glass in the sink and kicked my shoes off, putting them in my room. I walked down the hall to Janiya's room. She was watching TV. I didn't even knock, I just walked straight in. She jumped when she noticed me. I stumbled over my foot and sat on the bed.

"What do you want?" she rolled her eyes.

"Nothing," I said.

"Then if you don't want anything, get out." She said not even looking at me.

"I want you." I blurted.

She was taken aback and looked at me, squinting her eyes.

"You want me?" she asked.

I nodded, "Fo'sho."

Janiya's POV

He's drunk. I smell it on his breath.

"Leave me alone. You're drunk." I said rolling my eyes.

"I'm not." He dragged his words. "I want you."

Our eyes locked then and it seemed as if his dick was calling my name. I was becoming sexually hypnotized. The lips of my pussy began to open as if they could hear it too. The very thought of his mouth tasting my moist insides was making my body temperature rise.

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired." I said getting off the bed.

As I was doing so, I kept my head down. I didn't want him to see the craving I had for him in my eyes.

He got up, "Look at me." He lifted my chin, "Are you tired or are you running away from me?"

"I can't run away." Clearly. I broke away from him, but he pulled me in, and I was seduced by the passion of his kiss. My nipples hardened and my knees became weak. "Stop," were the last words I remembered saying.