B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 26- Divine

Zaiver

For the next few weeks things had been okay between, Kyah and I, but it was obvious things were weird.

She could hardly spend ten minutes with me. I was sure it had to do with what had gone down with her pops coming through and with the two of us.

She was probably embarrassed, but she wouldn't talk to me on either matters.

I was just worried for her and now she was hardly talking to me, though exhaustion may have also been a contributor.

Walking into the apartment, I'd showered before going upstairs. Her car had been out in the driveway, so I knew she was home.

"Hey Zai," she greeted, when I walked into the kitchen.

"Wassup? What you making?"

"Food," she replied smartly. "That smart ass mouth of yours, Kyah. Shit gone get you in trouble."

"Mhmm. Mac and cheese almost done, there's ribs in the thing over there and greens are just about done. Imma fry some chicken tomorrow. You know I don't fuck with ribs like that."

I nodded, licking my lips, even though the food sounded great, my eyes had been trained on her backside.

Fuck, I snapped my eyes away from her when she turned to face me. "Or did you already eat?"

I shook my head, "Nah, I'm ready. You knows this." I grinned, she chuckled.

"Ok, grab some plates?" I nodded. I had to stop thinking about her, but this was the battle I'd been fighting all those weeks.

Grabbing the plates, I came up to stand next to her, anxiously waiting to eat—trying to focus on that instead of what I wanted to do to her.

When she leaned over to turn the oven off, my eyes went to her derrière. I bit my lip.

What I'm trynna do to you...

And then when she bent further to grab the Mac and cheese, I had turn around and find something else to think about.

"Here's your plate." I turned to face her. "You ok?" She asked.

I cleared my throat, "Yea." I grabbed my plate going to the living room.

**

We'd been in the kitchen, she was putting leftovers up while I cleaned the dishes. Once I was done I waited for her, sitting by the island as she cleaned the counter.

She'd almost been done, "You've been staring all night, Zai." She rinsed the rag out wringing it and putting it up before coming towards me.

"What you mean?" I played coy.

She walked towards me, "Nothing, just stop looking at me if you not gone do nothing about it."

I chuckled, she was messing with the wrong one right now. I sprung up towards her.

She backed up against the counter, "Zai?" she whispered. It was too late, my mind was set, leaning down I kissed her.

In a blur her shirt was on the floor, mine along with it, but I pulled away. "You know me, I'm gone end up hurting you..."

She shook her head, "No, you won't." She pulled her leggings off, pulling me close by my shorts.

Lifting her up, I sat her on the island. She breathed a moan as my lips sucked at her skin lightly.

Pulling her lace panties off, I flung them behind me. Pushing her legs back, "Let me relieve some of that stress for you." I pulled her to the edge, closer to me.

She smelled sweet, her garden shaved clean made my mouth water. Slowly, I pushed her legs back, delving in.

I'd always known she wasn't easy from all the guys she had rejected in high school, but shit to know I was her second.

Well practically her first, considering her face when she'd cum, I would've guessed she'd never come before, I was the luckiest nigga.

I played with her nub, using my tongue before moving down to taste her, I groaned.

Wasn't nothing like it, cause she was divine.